Mother’s Day comes quiet and loud for someone like me.Holding both ache and awe,grief and gladness braided like a wildflower vine. I am a mother.To three forever wonders—never here,yet always, always here.In breath, in heartbeat, in dream and prayer.In the way
They're like ghosts. One of my favorite follows (@lizmoody), also the author of one of the most helpful books I’ve read recently, asked her audience about having children. The slide carousel on Instagram was raw and real—every emotion poured out. It
You'd be twelve. Twelve years of holding hands with grief, learning to walk alongside her, and walking in honor of you. Befriending grief as the lifelong wonder she is. The uninvited companion who stays because love lived there first. Knowing that she
Longing grateful joy. Twelve years. Two of our three would be twelve today. And I find myself feeling a deep, longing, grateful joy. Actually, it's more like joyful, grateful longing. This year, for the first time, the joy comes first. When you’ve been through IVF,
Such a great night at @nationalshare Sunset Sips tonight. Honored to receive The Heart & Hands Award. Thank you Rose and all the amazing women at Share for your kind words, the work you do, and for being my soft landing
