Miscarriage

The first ten days after we lost Aurora went like this: I bled.  I slept.  I starved.  I wept.  I bled some more. There was a lot of blood.  Over the span of a day, I lost an estimated two-plus pints →MORE...

Dear Charlotte, Nearly a century ago, an essayist named Marcel Proust put his pen to a paper and wrote this: If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less but to dream more, to dream →MORE...

Aug 16, 2011
We have an apple tree for our first child.  I find immense solace in this tree.  I talk to it.  I tell it stories and I sing it songs and when I brought Charlotte home from the hospital, I took her →MORE...

The bleeding has almost stopped now, so that I am able to wear panty-liners instead of pads made to soak up the ocean, and I can not only stand! upright! but do this novel thing called HOLDING A CONVERSATION while at →MORE...

    -  Kisses baby!  Baby kisses in Momma’s belly!    -  Oh, sweetheart.  I’m really sorry, but the baby isn’t in Momma’s belly anymore.    -  Yes!  Baby!  In Momma’s belly!    -  No, love.  Remember how Momma was very →MORE...