I Will Not Sit Idly By.

Tonight, six years ago, I sat in an auditorium, several rows away from a stage on which Eli Wiesel spoke. The poignancy of this memory and its contrast to present day for me cannot be understated. Six years ago, I listened to a man from another time speak about a world in which I thanked the…

I’m Scared of Being Pregnant Again.

A guest post by Meg Kearney. Several months ago, I wrote a piece called My Last Baby Is My Last. It wrenched my heart to write, and it wrenched Meg’s heart to read. Please read her powerful and moving piece in response to mine. I’m scared to be pregnant again Every time I nurse him, I’m sad…

The Evolution of Grief.

The Evolution of Grief. grief ɡrēf/ noun 1. deep sorrow, especially that caused by someone’s death.     “She was overcome with grief.” I’ve spent the past few months composing this post in my head. Each time, I stop because I am terrified that I can’t possibly sum up the most formative experience of my…

My Last Baby Is My Last

“I’m pregnant!” she exclaimed. My heart swelled and I replied, “Seriously?! Yay!!! I’m so, so happy for you!” And I was. I really was! But as I shared in the excitement with her, my lip began to quiver and my eyes filled with tears, and I excused myself to the bathroom where I held onto…