Musings Out Loud
Anna Burgess Yang
Writer • Mother • Bereaved • Friend • Documentarian • Collector • Creative (she/her) 🦋🦋
When a Leap Is Too Much
I was really proud of my 5-year-old for knowing her limits.
Stop Publishing Garbage on the Internet
I'm offended by crappy writing.
My Eyes, My Work
I've realized how much can change in a minute. What if something happens to my sight?
Adopting a Cat
I know. I can't adopt a new cat every Christmas. But maybe just one more...
Someone I Used to Know
This person left a hole in my life.
I'll continue to write because grief deserves to be seen.
An Unexpected Path in Life
I spent the morning thinking about my grandma.
I've got to balance "getting better" with "getting caught up."
Singing Amazing Grace
I felt like I couldn't breathe under the enormity of grief.
The End of Community
Losing a community is hard, especially when the loss is not by choice.
Back in the Hot Room
It felt good to return to my yoga practice.
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Can I Talk About My Babies?
It has gotten easier to talk about pregnancy loss.
The Ups and Downs of Halloween
Halloween isn't my favorite holiday but my kids love it.
I'm a year older and keep changing career directions
My birthday felt surreal this year, for many reasons.
Gathering With My People
The annual Walk to Remember, honoring all babies lost, has been an important event for me ever since I first attended in 2016. It had grown to almost 1,000 attendees per year — continued growth a continued reminder that more and more people join the world of pregnancy loss every
The Math Doesn't Work Out
I'm trying to build for the future. But will it pay off?
The Colors Are Coming
No doubt Fall is here.
I Don't Expect to Arrive
I think of everything that could go wrong.
I'm so proud of the person my son is growing up to be.
It's That Time of Year
It is Nelle's birthday. And I have to give myself some grace.
Back to School
The first days of a new school year are always hard.
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The Best News
I had to make a choice to be vulnerable.
My guilt became overwhelming. My daughter deserved a party and I blew it.
The Language of Losing Friends
Preserving friendships: Knowing when to work hard and when to let go — that’s the difficult part.
I Still Cry Sometimes
Crying in my car was a reminder that no matter how much time passes, I always carry grief.
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