Like most people, I have accumulated many small griefs. They are time capsules, able to transport me back to what’s missing. In some ways, sometimes, I rely on it.
In the minutes after my miscarriage, my grief was exquisite. I sat
To my dear and beautiful daughters,
I hope that when someone breaks your heart (and they will), that they do it all at once. A bombshell. A bit of knowledge so exquisitely disarming that it shatters your heart to pieces in
Welcome to my first choice as new Head Coach of the Pink Fibro Book Club! Confession: I've chosen a book I've already read, but I've done so because all I could think while reading this was "this would be a