One Pink Balloon

For the past 7 Octobers, I have participated in a Capture Your Grief project created by Carly Marie Dudley of The Carly-Marie Project Heal a...

I can feel the rumbling.  Deep and guttural.  The Dragon is stirring.  He is shifting in the darkness, stretching his claws.  I have quite l...

Soon, three years will have passed.   Three years.   It seems like an impossible amount of time.  Life has moved forward, and a lot has happ...

The further away I get from February 25, 2013, the harder it is to hold onto her. You would think every inch of her was burned into my memo...

You'd think that with all of my writing, I would have worked through the more difficult moments. You'd think I would have written...

February has never been my favorite month. Other than my dad's birthday, there really hasn't been anything in February that I have ...

Today, I'm pretty excited to share something with you.  I have been working on adding a page to the blog for the past few weeks.  Mostly...

My grief is changing.  I can feel it.  It's shifting and transforming.  It's settling in. At the beginning, everything is so raw a...

So, the royal baby has arrived.  First Kim Kardashian, now Dutchess Kate.  I get to watch through green-tinted lenses as the entire free wor...

"Everyone's hell is different.  It's not all fire and pain.  The real Hell is your life gone wrong." - What Dreams May Co...

The more time that passes, the more I want to get out of this life.  (Don't panic - not like that)  At first, when everything was turne...

It's a catch. A snag. Catching you by surprise, it starts in your chest, just above your stomach. It plummets into your gut and then s...

I sit side by side with my broken down soul while she cries shining rivers of tears Her hands are too small for the pain she must hold Pa...

Imagine two bathtubs side by side.   Go ahead and get fancy, and think of those huge, white porcelain tubs with the claw feet and the long, ...

The weekend I found out I was pregnant, Mike and I had plans to visit a local plant nursery for Mango Madness.   The nursery had arranged fo...

To my precious Little Ninja,  Oh, how I miss you.  Today, I woke up crying.  When the first gray streaks of morning filtered into my bedro...

I don't have any pictures of myself holding Kenley.   I didn't get to change her clothes or give her a bath.   I wish I had known th...

Over the last few months, I have met many women who have experienced the loss of their baby.  Through Cherishing the Journey, message boards...