The Communal Dance of Joy and Mourning

I saw it out of the corner of my eye, one second too late. Not soon enough to stop it from happening. Riley excitedly grabbed the “Big Sister” book off the library shelf – the same big sister book that we had bought her in the fall, that we had her open at her birthday…

“My Son is Gone” – My Husband’s Processing of our Loss

Recently, my husband wrote about our miscarriage.  I hope that this will be helpful for men who are also processing such a devastating loss. Here is what he wrote (you can visit his new blog here): My Son is Gone (I wrote this February 25th but it has been hard to muster up the energy to revisit…

A Darker ‘Do (for my Daughter)

I have had blonde hair for a really long time.  But I’ll let you in on a little secret: I’m not really a blonde.  I’m a brunette who has always preferred blonde hair, who also just happens to have a sister who is a hairstylist ;).  My dream hair color has always only been a…

Salem

In my other posts about our recent miscarriage, you may have noticed me talking about my “son.” Though it was far too early to have known anything about gender before we lost our child, for a few weeks prior to our loss, Jordan and I had both been certain that this was a boy. When…

The Freedom to Fall Apart

I thought I was doing much better. Whatever doing “better” means, after you lose a child. I had a few weeks in the beginning where I was completely in survival mode, but then I did the opposite. I kept filling my schedule. I stayed busy. I cleaned and I cooked and had play dates and…