Not every photo of a mom breastfeeding is sweet and blissful, that mom might be in the depths of heartache and struggle.
Read MoreLochlan's home was here, in this hospital. This is where I knew him. His only nursery was a private tiny room filled with machines and nurses. We never left, everything I did to love and support him happened here.
Read MoreThe light comes through the cracks. The healing joins with the breaking. The change comes after we fall apart... and rebuild
Read MoreI fuss over the dresser next to my bed, constantly rearranging where things go, changing the photo in the white frame and the flowers that always sit there. It’s important work for me to care, nurture and pour love into this tiny space - this plot that I’ve given to my boy.
Read MoreTime moved slowly for a very long time, we blindly went through our days for weeks on end, always keeping busy but never doing anything at all – the hopeless dance of the grieving.
Read MoreIt made me a little sad. But mostly, it made me f-ing exhausted. Because the advocating will never stop, not if I want to make + see changes for my daughter.
Read MoreWhen we learned Kenzie had Down syndrome I assumed we were being given a life sentence of hardship and struggle. Not in a million years did I think I would be THANKFUL to have my eyes opened to a new kind of wonderful.
Read MoreIn honor of World Down Syndrome Day - March 21 3 / /21
Read MorePhoto by Justine Boulin
Isn't a woman's resolve remarkable? To hand a child over to heaven, to feel that break within you and then decide to chance it all again... and then again.
Read MoreI dug my hands into the garden soil yesterday and thought - how lucky are we to have our hardest month of grief in the most rejuvenating time of year. Sunshine, crisp breeze, buzz of bees, goosebumps.
Read MorePhoto By Jayme Lang
You... ya, you. If you’re reading this and thinking “how did she know I was scared to talk about this?”
I’m here for you. I promise. This isn’t an empty one way space. Reach out to me , and let’s chat.