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Reaching Through the Keyhole of Your Closet
Vulnerability and bravery are also showing up a lot in my office this week.
I’ve Stopped; They’re Still Trying
Being a mental health therapist means I have the personality, training and education for empathy. I live every minute of my life, personally and professionally, having almost too much empathy a lot of the time.
Conceiving Our Chosen Family
Never could we have imagined what was ahead for us. Never could we have imagined the ups and the downs we’ve survived through together. Never could we have imagined we would have the story we have, or the one that
The Almost Finished, Yet Unpublished, Ever Upward
Ever Upward is a surprising story of triumph over terrible luck. As a professional therapist and survivor, really thriver, of the infertility journey, this is the story of how I have redefined my childless life into a full and happy childfree life.Â
My Full of Love, Laughter and Light Twins
Gertie and Gracie, my full of light and laughter, version of twins have been a huge part of saving my life.
I Am a Mother, a Mother to My Magic
A defining moment for me in this Ever Upward journey was during Elizabeth Gilbert's keynote speech at the Emerging Women Live 2013 Conference in Boulder.
Taking Off the Armor of My “Choice”
Publishing a book and blog for the entire world to read, means one must be ready for the critics, even the really unforgiving, judgmental and unsympathetic ones. Sometimes they are strangers on the other side of the world and other
Can Our Incapables in the Stands Become Our Warriors in the Arena?
As I sit in my writing chair; writing candle lit, warm blanket on my lap and the light of the laptop and my salt lamp casting a glow around me, I am overcome by how much this blog, Ever Upward,
Wallow, But Just For a Bit, Then Stop Sitting in the Shit
Going to the OB/GYN is never fun for a woman, but it can definitely be hell for a childless woman. Let alone getting news that is it quite possible that IVF triggered my useless ovaries to develop painful cysts which
Our Soul’s Way Through Invisible Sufferings
Our invisible sufferings are simply our stories we are not speaking; our pains, our losses, our struggles. What happens if we don’t somehow speak these sufferings, if we don’t own them?
