Memory is a living, breathing thing and it's death presents the moment we stop remembering. There's something of the immortal in it - something eternal that follows us as long as we let it - a fingerprint, left behind by the one who left us behind. ...more
It's still so surreal. It feels like just yesterday that my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer.
It was so quick, so aggressive, so painful, so hard to watch. I have never experienced anything like it, and I hope to never have to again.
It happened again.I got a dreaded phone call from a girlfriend who lost her full term baby, abruptly, unexpectedly- in the dangerous passage from warm comfortable uterus to the sharp, cold air of the birth room. As always, I cried. I cursed the world. I stopped breathing for a minute, the pain impenetrable, then exhaled, anguished. My heart races and I hold my hand over my mouth, "No, no." The unthinkable has happened....more
When I found out that Healing is the theme for Blogher’s September NaBloPoMo, I knew I had to join.Right now, I am in need of healing from the biggest heartbreak I’ve ever faced.You see, on Sunday, September 7th it will have been 60 days since I last saw my stepson Ryan’s beautiful smile....more
A couple of weeks ago I found a vintage copy of Elisabeth Bing’s “Six Practical Lessons for an Easier Childbirth” in the mixed-paper bin at the recycling center. It made me smile, and not just because of the awful 1970s hairstyles and maternity clothes. After four pregnancies in a row had stopped developing, my daughter was expecting again and this time a heartbeat was detected.An omen, I thought....more