I have come to realize that Fall brings months of heaviness for me. And I love Fall – it is my favorite season. The change in color, the big sweaters, the warm drinks – all feed a homebody like me who wants nothing more than to curl up by the fire with a book.
But ever since losing Nelle in September of 2015, Fall now brings a lot of anticipation. Continue reading
Last week, I added two more tattoos. I had been thinking about both for awhile and as a birthday present to myself, scheduled an appointment to do them at the same time. Continue reading
The first book I read after Nelle died in September of 2015 was Rising Strong by Brene Brown. It was exactly what I needed at that time. Brown talks about three parts of the rising strong process: the Reckoning, the Rumble, and the Revolution. Of the rumble, she writes: “The rumble begins with turning up our curiosity level and becoming aware of the story we’re telling ourselves about our hurt, anger, frustration, or pain.” Continue reading
After our Walk to Remember was rained out last year, I was looking forward to this year’s event. The Walk raises money for the SHARE program that supports parents who have experienced miscarriage, stillbirth, or infant death. While being the largest fundraiser for the program during the year, it is free to anyone who wants to participate. Continue reading
The past few weeks have been emotionally tough. The news has been a constant barrage of silencing, dismissing, berating, or blaming women who are trying to share their stories. It is draining, on many levels. While I have never experienced sexual assault that is at the center of the discourse, I can empathize with being told that my experience is not worthy or valid. Feeling rejected. Feeling that I have to hold my stories inside. It is challenging to want to show support and listen to the stories, without simultaneously wanting to crawl into a hole and hide from the vicious, unfeeling attacks. Continue reading