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His pants are folded in my drawer. The ones he was wearing the last time I saw him. I remember…
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His pants are folded in my drawer. The ones he was wearing the last time I saw him. I remember…
Continue ReadingI stood in the forest we had walked countless times with him. The once lush green foliage had surrendered to…
Continue ReadingEvery once in a while, Heidi Hamm’s beautiful post, Mama, You Were Meant For Twins pops up in my newsfeed.…
Continue ReadingMy dear, beautiful friend, I remember the day I received the news; the way my heart pounded and my eyes…
Continue ReadingI was seven months pregnant when I found an injured baby bird hopping around the middle of the road in…
Continue ReadingSometimes I visit the places we were all together. I retrace the footsteps and breathe the memories. I can still…
Continue ReadingIt hits me at the most random times, like now, as I sip my coffee and watch the kids play…
Continue ReadingIt’s been a long time, Grief Chair, since I have visited you. Oh, how I miss you! I walk buy…
Continue ReadingIt was the first day of November. Dad was on a gurney—heavily medicated—and on his way to the nursing home.…
Continue ReadingRight now I should be in full nesting mode. I should have swollen ankles. I should be eating nightly ice…
Continue ReadingIt was the perfect summer evening in Cape Cod, Massachusetts. We were dining al fresco. A cool wind was blowing…
Continue ReadingPregnancy isn’t easy. While it may be exciting and blissful for some, that pregnancy “glow” fades for those of us…
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