Five Years Without My Son
June 2 marked five years since I held him. I’ve written that down in so many ways— the fact that I held him. It always goes back to that act, that hour, that contact. It’s all I had. It’s everything. … Continue reading
June 2 marked five years since I held him. I’ve written that down in so many ways— the fact that I held him. It always goes back to that act, that hour, that contact. It’s all I had. It’s everything. … Continue reading
This is one of those times where what I write from here on out is different than it would have been. Had the election gone the other way. Had she become our president-elect instead of him. A qualified female instead … Continue reading
October 15 is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day. This year marks my fourth honoring it, and this post is a special dedication to Share’s Walk of Remembrance and the Wave of Light—in support of infertility and pregnancy loss and shattering the … Continue reading
I’ve been thinking a lot about this intersection: being home with my two daughters right now and the fact that for the first time in the history of this country a woman may become its president. H. was born in Chile, a country that is hardly free … Continue reading
A blueberry bagel for you, Bluberri. The long dress and its navy stripes and the picture I have of us in it. Hearts, so many of them this week. I’ve found them all, I promise. Your sisters in the morning. … Continue reading