by Antonietta Bocci As a grieving mother of a baby girl born and lost six months ago, I’m in the middle of what they call “the angry stage”. I wake up in the morning and start directing my rage at anybody who’s had the misfortune to cross my path: family Continue Reading …
By Sue Dagg Life isn’t fair. This is a phrase I remember having repeated to me over and over by my mother when I was growing up. It’s actually held me in good stead, preventing me from worrying too much about what I have compared to others; understanding that life Continue Reading …
It doesn’t happen very often anymore. That surge of anger and rage that punches through me out of nowhere. That fierce explosion of fury at the utter unfairness of it all. My babies are dead. My babies who shouldn’t be babies anymore. My life, filled with that unspoken, indescribable emptiness that Continue Reading …
