Excuses

By Sue Dagg When I was a little girl, I remember saying to my Mum, “it’s not an excuse, it’s a REASON!” That seemed like an important distinction at the time, a finer point of language for a child. An excuse was either my fault, a weakness, or an effort Continue Reading …

Trying Again After Loss

{Editor’s Note: This article deals with trying to conceive, infertility and the hope of a living child after loss; if these are sensitive subjects for you, please read with caution.} By Amy Lied In our trials to have a child, we have only experienced loss.  Initially, we struggled with unexplained Continue Reading …

Two Years

by Brittany Sherlock Two years ago my life changed forever. Two years ago my daughter was born sleeping. Two years ago I held my beautiful perfect angel for the first and last time. Two years ago I counted her fingers and toes and snuggled her close to me and breathed Continue Reading …

20 Years And Counting

April 14th will mark the 20th loss anniversary of my son Kendall. Twenty years of tears and joys, losses and loves, hopes and dreams shattered and others birthed into fruition. If anyone had dared tell me I would be peaceful with the approaching of this anniversary I would have been Continue Reading …

On Being Too Sad To Support Me In Celebrating My Son.

“It’s just too sad. I don’t want to think about that…I can’t be around it.” I remember when I had this switch you seem to be referring to. The switch that could turn off the sympathetic hurt that I was feeling when someone else was dealing with something awful; that Continue Reading …

A Letter To Myself At 4 Weeks

By Alison Ferrara Dear New Momma, You are about to embark on the scariest, most heartbreaking, most beautiful journey of your life.  You think you know this now.  You think that when you saw those two lines you knew what to expect.  You read the books and know you’ll read Continue Reading …

When It Becomes Too Much

Here comes an understatement: it isn’t easy being a Still Mother.  It isn’t easy to walk around with a heart full of love and empty arms.  To visit a grave, instead of school recitals. To think of how it “should have/could have been” while living what it actually turned out Continue Reading …