I’m discovering that it can be a challenge to stay present in grief. Now, what I mean by that is, I often want to run away from it. It doesn’t mean if I’m having a
By Elizabeth Mannegren I was eight weeks pregnant when the ultrasound technician turned a grainy screen towards me and pointed out not one but two little miracles. And in that moment, with two hearts
I have had a major case of writer’s block over the last few months. Writing can take a lot of effort. Sometimes there’s stage fright involved. Sometimes I’m driven to write for someone else. But really,
I have found myself bowing out of the fight these days. Brokenness no longer looks beautiful. The dust seems incapable of creating a shiny earthen vessel. I’m tired, weak, distracted and downright afraid of danger.
I like to think I’m a strong woman. I like feeling in control and in charge of the situation. I like to have tools and to-do lists and everything in its place. This false sense
It’s been over 10 weeks since Theodore came into this world. Ten crazy, lovely and hard weeks. At eight weeks, I wrote this: In the days following his birth I was an emotional wreck, like most mothers.
The journey through labour and birth teaches a woman to let go of the body she once controlled and open herself to the force of pain. For nine months a pregnant mama anticipates her labour pangs. Will
I was digging up potatoes from the garden, dirt under my nails, sweating under the summer sun. Florence, my baby, was napping, and I was enjoying the glory of my garden. It was planted a
By Jessica Paulraj In September 2014, we will celebrate our oldest son’s 3rd birthday. His name is Adam and from what medicine and logic predicted, he was not supposed to live past 2 months. Three
“I will allure her and bring her into the wilderness, and I will speak tenderly and to her heart. There I will give her her vineyards and make the Valley of Achor [troubling] to be for her a
Florence Marigold, I cried so hard when we found out you were a girl. My girl. My dream. My dream girl, in my womb. I couldn’t wait to give birth to you. After a rough
