Community is birthed out of chaos. I know this well. My community came around when life dumped some haphazard days and months and years at my feet. In my breaking and sharing and even in my silence, armies of
I write from a place of brokenness. That’s just how I do it. Sometimes I don’t write for a long while, and it comes back to bite me. I will stay awake for long hours,
Grief comes in many shapes and sizes. One of the questions I
One of the most frequent questions I get asked is: what do
Over the holiday season my heart is more tender and bruised as
The doctor hands you a stack of papers. She’s circled and highlighted the
This post has been inspired by the countless people who brought us
A short while ago, I took my two younger daughters to a
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always had a heart
I’m a mother but have no child to care for. After a
“Mom, is there a nurse here today?” my five year old son
This story comes from my midwife, Dawn Henderson. She was present at
It has been a long time since I’ve let myself be scraped