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What To Wear

Standing in front of my dresser,
cozy in my pink pajamas,
flannel and fluffy and covered with owls.
What to wear today?

I hate my clothes. 206 more words


A Little While

Since my grandson’s death, I have been reading the prophets.  Ezekiel, Daniel, Hosea, Isaiah, Jeremiah, Lamentations.  I am a captive.  Death—a word I could not say for a while—has separated us from the precious one we have prayed for for so long.  773 more words

Simply Life.

When nothing go’s wrong, nothing also go’s right. Life continues on a dull mundane path. Nothing exciting happens, but nothing dramatic happens either. I’m used to expecting that life will always go wrong, because when one little thing went wrong life finds a way to keep kicking you when you are down, but then it stops. 456 more words


Big pause

It has been a hot minute since I have written.

Every night as I lay in bed I have thought about what I would write “tomorrow” when I made time for it. 496 more words


Why I Talk About My Stillbirth

Confession: When I was pregnant or trying to conceive, I hated hearing stories about pregnancy loss and stillbirth. It wasn’t just because I felt sad for the families involved (though I certainly did); I wanted to pretend that such losses didn’t happen to women like me — those who went for regular sonograms, took prenatal vitamins and avoided risky behavior. 86 more words


This time last month..

This time last month.. Eden was still alive.

Still safe in her mummies belly.

She was still going to have her first smile, her first word, her first tooth, her first steps.. 74 more words