5 years, 5 children, 5 places we called home — It’s everyone’s dream, isn’t it? “Love at first sight.” Even those of us romantics who know that “ love at hindsight” is more realistic, and perhaps even more romantic- even we long to have love at first sight every morning, waking up next to our beloved. Wasn’t that part of…

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In a Masculine World — “The chances of you making a lasting change on January first is 1 in 365.” —Sarah Jordan in Resolute Reflection One of the most pivotal, life-altering moments in my life happened on November 24, a day that could have easily been just another day. The change was one I had…

Do you choose a word for the year? — I don’t choose a word for the year. Every year, a word chooses me. The first time it happened was in 2012. Beginning in November the word “Hope” kept coming up in conversation. In December the mentions increased, and being the logophile that I am I wanted to do a…

Now I know what I’m worth — When my baby girl opened her eyes for the first time I felt like I could die in peace. There was too much blood, I was shaking uncontrollably, but I didn’t panic. It wasn’t as if this was the first time I’d felt like I was dying. …

When you were here I took it for granted I could study the intensity in your eyes I could listen to the way you spoke I could say what I held in my heart But I didn’t I let myself be distracted and didn’t look into your eyes I heard…

When a mother loses a child — through abortion, miscarriage, foster care, or something else — the pain is real…and lasting. My heart goes out to those mothers today. I’m a mother too No one knows And the people who once knew have forgotten Maybe they think I want them…

I let him down. This bridge I could have crossed— I walked away. I failed. And I felt the failure like a knife in my gut. With every step taking me further away from the bridge, the knife twisted. It sent spasms of regret through my body. How could I…