An occasional letter on fertility, grief, and the seasons of becoming and unbecoming
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The Words I Never Said Aloud (and Why)
So as a child, I kept diaries instead. I have journalled my whole life; it was my only real safe space. I want to tell you why that matters, and what it has to do with the phrase I keep returning to in my work: You are not alone.
What disenfranchised grief actually means, and why I keep saying it
The grief society does not make room for, and how naming it begins to lift its weight.
The petri dish loss: grieving the embryo that never implanted
On the losses that have no funeral, no card, no casserole, and why they are losses all the same.
After the miracle baby: nobody told me motherhood would feel like this
When the longed-for arrival brings its own grief and anxiety, and why that does not mean you are failing.
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