Recently, we realized we had lost three birth certificates somehow. I am absolutely almost forty seven percent positive that they are somewhere in the house, but I knew for sure they wouldn’t turn up until I got new ones, so I embarked on a journey to the Bureau...read more
When I write my blog, WordPress has something called “Distraction Free Writing” mode. They have clearly never met me. For me there is no such thing. In spite of my distraction, or maybe because of it, I am just sitting here in the living room in the dark...read more
It’s been eight years since Joy died. Most of the time it feels like it happened last week, or a few days ago…and sometimes it seems like it was another life, a watercolor in abstract. So, this year I have been trying to get it together again. Every year I...read more
Need help? A shoulder to cry on? A place to feel like you’re not the only one? This is the place.
we can do this.
When I lost my daughter and I almost died and I came back to life and I tried to find my place–I wrote. And I threw the words Out There–and they came back to me, in the echoes of hundreds and thousands of women who have given me strength and walked with me and cried with me and helped me find my way. So, I keep writing. I didn’t just find myself when I wrote. I found sisters. Friends. Angels. And you.