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
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
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
The month before Lorenzo died, we—he and I—traveled home to California. We did laps in my mom’s pool. We had a picnic in my friend Emily’s backyard as her older daughter played on the swing set and her younger, just … Continue reading
Certain things mark time: music we love, a scent in the air, a certain haircut. Children seem to move even faster than all that. With H. right now I want to remember that she sings every third word or so of “Twinkle, Twinkle, … Continue reading