Guest Post: My Heartbreak to Strength Story

After multiple miscarriages, becoming a mom was all I could think about. Single mindedly. Almost every hour of every day. I desperately wanted a baby. It was heartbreaking to think about the babies we had…

September, my birthday month and his. Always a month a looked forward to, celebrating our birthdays together, 2 days apart. I had spent my birthday in labor with him, and I never let him forget…

“This is autism,” the clinician told me about my three-year-old son after a three hour-long test. I stared at the piece of paper she placed in front of me on the wooden table and nodded….

My toes were cold as I tiptoed out to my Chevy Astro Van on that early October morning. By early, I mean 2:15 a.m. I was wearing Tweety Bird flannel pajamas. I thought if I…

As women we are blessed to physically house another human being for the better part of a year. This little life cannot survive apart from the mother. Their very existence depends on her lifeblood. The two…

A little over a year ago, I was laying in a hospital bed, three days postpartum. My chest was heavy with grief; heartbroken that this season of life didn’t look anything like what I thought…

Fifteen years ago on Christmas day, I sat on a hospital bed six months pregnant with my baby girl Ava. I overheard my husband’s solemn tone in his voice as he spoke with the doctor…

By the age of 26 I had seen a lot of heartache, however I honestly could not say I understood what it was to have a broken heart. I knew it as an expression for…

“My heart hurts knowing I hurt your heart,” I said, trying miserably to articulate how I was feeling after a friend shared that she was upset with me. Words didn’t do justice to the remorse…