My Perfect Breakdown


This year was a very different mother’s day then I’ve become accustomed to. 19 years ago my mom died and I loathed this reminder of the amazing mother I no longer had. 4 years ago we began trying innocently enough for our own child.  Those next 4 years would bring us immeasurable loss and heartache.  And mother’s day became yet another reminder of my body’s failures, and the children we had lost… Read More

I used to go to my mom and sister’s grave-site somewhat frequently.  As a teenager if I was walking home from school I’d go out of my way to stop by and just sit.  I remember spending time sitting on the grass and slowly watching the weeks pass as the brown dirt return to green grass as time passed.  I even remember stopping by with friends.  I remember going before the headstone… Read More