I trudged through those steel doors of the labor and delivery unit, my legs weak, my body unstable. It wasn’t the pregnancy weight that threatened my balance, but the weight of fear and sorrow. You guided me to the delivery room, the one that stood hidden at the very end of a long corridor. The…
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If This Table Could Talk
Photo by Sigmund on Unsplash Years ago, after moving into a new (old) house, we bought our dining room table because it was the right price. I would have liked something a little more on-trend—often, I still do—but at the time we were going for cheap over chic. And now that it’s seen well over…

This Is Courageously Expecting: The Movement
As I write this on the heels of Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month, I’m grateful that as a society, we are getting better at discussing the heartbreaking experience of baby loss. I’m grateful for the growing support available to those who have lost a baby. I’m grateful for those who are brave enough to…

16 Favorite Finds for Rainbow Babies
I remember the first thing I bought when I was pregnant with my rainbow baby—a sweet set of decorative blocks that were possibly the cutest thing I’d ever seen. Immediately after purchasing them, I panicked. “What if he doesn’t come home? What if we never even get to use these?” Part of me felt foolish…

On Mother’s Day, Remember That All Moms Matter
Motherhood looks different for everyone. But despite the differences, all moms deserve to be celebrated on Mother’s Day. Because all moms matter. For those of us with living children, Mother’s Day is every day. We might have biological children, adopted children, or step-children. Our motherhood, though different, is seen and acknowledged on a daily basis.…

Book Review: When Mountains Crumble
Book Review When Mountains Crumble by Danita Jenae I’ve written a lot about pregnancy loss and the grief associated with it because of my experience with losing two babies. Raw grief in the immediate aftermath of loss (and honestly, for a long time after) left me feeling isolated, confused, and like I was standing alone…