I’ve been telling you as much as I can about Lorenzo. For carrying him six months and holding him one hour, there is only so much to tell, but even that amount can feel infinite. Today, I also want to tell … Continue reading
When you become pregnant, one of the first things you try to figure out about something so mysterious is the baby’s due date. The excitement builds. The dreams begin to take shape. When will this little creature come into the … Continue reading
I think I need to make something clear: I am not better. The pain has not lessened. I miss and love my son more than ever. I am not “handling it all really well,” as I’ve been told. I know most … Continue reading
Writing this is all I do. Writing this is everything I do. I journey here and I journey to my parallel, private writings about my son, and those are my main avenues to any real sense of “arrival”—that feeling that you … Continue reading
In thinking more about what helps after losing Lorenzo, I’ve landed on two things. Beforehand, I should say that there are the givens, and I value them more than ever. My husband: his love and our communication. My mom: her patience and … Continue reading