babies, grieving, love, mothering, pain, reflections, sex

on phantom pains from my uterus

It's been years—nearly a decade, really—since any rational thought to have another child has seemed worthy of consideration. At first (in my late 20s, early 30s, the years it might have been practical) the reasons tumbled like a snowball gaining both mass and momentum: I didn't want two under three or four or five; I… Continue reading on phantom pains from my uterus

babies, lessons, mothering, reflections, relationships, trauma

on the hardest thing to ever admit publicly

I am writing (and will post) this knowing that it is likely the most vulnerable I'll ever make myself in the blogosphere. I am not doing so because it's comfortable but, rather, because I believe that in telling stories we bring things to light that, should they remain hidden in darkness, cannot help anyone. Untold stories… Continue reading on the hardest thing to ever admit publicly