Losing My Baby Revealed Christmas in a New Light
I can still hear the fresh crackle involved in freeing it from its plastic clamshell—a new ornament, a gift from…
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I can still hear the fresh crackle involved in freeing it from its plastic clamshell—a new ornament, a gift from…
Continue ReadingThe suddenness of grief is disorienting. It leaves us grappling for a way, a path to walk. We, as bereaved…
Continue ReadingI remember it like it was yesterday. A cold, wintry day in January in the dead of a Canadian winter.…
Continue ReadingI sat in my son’s nursery during a 3 a.m. feed—my tired eyes scanning the room, desperate to stay awake.…
Continue ReadingOctober 28, 2019: “I’m so sorry,” she said, as she backed away from the machine as if it were a…
Continue ReadingI was talking to a friend a few weeks ago about her recent missed miscarriage. As we talked through the…
Continue ReadingIn the time of greatest fear, I was shown the greatest compassion. My baby died. It sounds rather blunt to…
Continue ReadingTo the mother who can kiss all of her children goodnight. To the one who will get to watch her…
Continue ReadingJust shy of two years following my daughter's death, I lay in my bed pleading God for rest. My newborn…
Continue ReadingGrief is a vulture—circling the carrion of our loss as we watch from spectator seats. As if the loss of…
Continue ReadingLoving a woman who has experienced trauma in her life isn’t always easy. The baggage she is carrying around is…
Continue Reading“So, when are you having another?” Before the ink dried on the signature line of my new business account, the…
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