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When You Need A Fresh Pair of Eyes

It’s been months since I came on here. I suppose I was trying to catch my breath. It was a lot. Talking about the book during interviews was wild — like white water rafting on the rapids. It was exhilarating… until I had to do it through my 3rd miscarriage. And that was rough. Mostly because I didn’t see it coming, again. I needed to take a step…

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An Ask That Won’t Quit

Again can be such an exhausting word. Every time I think about it, memories of my dad teaching my brother and I how to swim come to mind. Take a deep breath. Let the air swell in your lungs, lunge forward and give it your best, he’d say. I’d nod, bring my hands together, body all gangly and shivering in the cold as I stood on the opposite…

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For these tears did He die

“And the cup He brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.” — Khalil Gibran In the waves again. Not as bad or as strong as before but still looking to find the shore. This song is air. It’s a raw telling and a gentle reminder – two things I love the most from…