No mud, No lotus

It’s been two months since I’ve used writing to heal my heart, and so many things have happened since then.We were in two weddings. Michael and I played key roles in the weddings for some very important people in our lives. I cried for different reasons than those I had grown used to. I cried... Continue Reading →

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Questioned 

In the times following the loss of our boy, some people have been very brave. Where some are distant, and don't know what to say, others are intrusive, and sometimes make things more difficult than they should be. They ask me about things that I've had to learn how to answer carefully. They sometimes want... Continue Reading →

A Rose By Any Other Name

Skylar Franklin When the labor and delivery nurse asked me if we had a name for our son, I couldn't speak. Tears welled up in my eyes, and the lump in my throat wouldn't allow it. I heard my husband tell the nurse our sons name. It then became so real. It's astonishing how quickly... Continue Reading →

Brown Recliner

In this brown recliner I bought at a garage sale, I weep. Holding a tiny light brown teddy bear, and a soft white blanket with my sons name printed all over it in blue and gray, I weep. These being the few sentimental items from my hospital stay just weeks ago. This, the blanket he... Continue Reading →

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