Jenny Albers, Author at Her View From Home

Baby, Motherhood
March 18, 2020
3 Minute Read

Check in With Your Pregnant Friends

Check in with your pregnant friends. Because the weight of the coronavirus pandemic isn’t what they thought they’d be carrying. And…

Faith
March 16, 2020
3 Minute Read

God’s Plans Are Greater

Society: What about my plans?! God: My plans for you are always better than your own. Don’t worry. I’m going to work this all out for…

Grief, Marriage
February 4, 2020
5 Minute Read

Tomorrow Isn’t Promised, So We’ll Love Each Other Today

I listened as the minister explained that we were not gathered to mourn the loss of life, but rather to celebrate the life that had been so well…

Grief, Loss
January 22, 2020
2 Minute Read

Dear Baby, I’ll See You In Heaven

I saw your face for just a moment before the nurse carried your lifeless body away. You looked like you were sleeping, except I knew I’d never…

Motherhood
November 24, 2019
4 Minute Read

The Woman in the Mirror Has a Life Worth Every Scar

I was 12 years old when stretch marks first made an appearance on my body. While I had noticed them before, it was in a dressing room where…

Kids, Motherhood
November 15, 2019
4 Minute Read

Dear Firstborn, You Proved it Really Does Go By So Fast

From the moment you were born, those words have been spoken to me more than any others. From doctors and nurses, family and friends, and whoever just…

Grief, Loss
October 24, 2019
2 Minute Read

To the Mama Who Just Lost Her Baby

To the mama who just lost her baby, It won’t always be this way. You won’t always find yourself crumpled into a heap on the bathroom…

Living, Motherhood
July 22, 2019
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3 Minute Read

Maybe the Best Way to Practice Self Care is to Care Less

Maybe the best way to practice self-care is to care less. About what everyone else thinks. About who likes you and who doesn’t. About how you…

Grief, Grown Children
July 9, 2019
153 Views
4 Minute Read

Please Don’t Leave Me Yet, Mom

The sound of my phone startled me as I started down a dirt path in search of momentary solitude. I groaned, irritated by the interruption, pulling it…