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A collection of 19 posts

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When We Were Young

I would like to think that we have had our fill of the hard things.

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It's Never Just Valentine's Day

I was feeling anxious and down all week.

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The Language About What Happened

I know what that's like to never see my child again.

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Dreaming About a House

Personal self-discovery wasn't what I was expecting.

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Ninety Minutes for Me

I really needed a break.

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Recognizing That Reaction

I would like to think that I acted at the right moment, in the right way — but who knows.

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Reliving a Moment

I have had my heart broken.

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Planning for the Future

How do we make our goals happen?

Reclaiming the Morning

Reclaiming the Morning

My husband and I have a long-standing arrangement on weekends. On Saturday morning, he sleeps in and I wrangle all of the kids. Up with Autumn around 6:00, breakfast for the older kids when they wander into the kitchen around 6:45… usually pancakes or waffles. By 8:00,

Those Dates, All Over Again

The day. January 14th. My wedding anniversary. This year, thirteen – lucky thirteen. While searching this morning for a quote to commemorate the day, I tripped across the following: A strong marriage rarely has two strong people at the same time. It is a husband and wife who take turns being

A Difference in Perception

When talking last weekend about our Door County vacation, Ger said “That was a great vacation. I really enjoyed myself.” I blinked and said “Really? What parts did you enjoy?” He began to rattle things off: seeing a new place, seeing how much fun the kids had, all of the

Practicing Gratitude in Many Ways

I began seeing a therapist, Alexia, five days after Nelle was stillborn. I remember making the phone call to a counseling services group that had been recommended to me and when asked for the reason for wanting the appointment I had to say the words out loud “Because… because my

In Honor of a Father

This past weekend was Father’s Day. Celebration, reflection, and sometimes hard. I cannot make it through Mother’s Day without thinking about the two babies that we lost. How can I not, when their birthdays are tattooed on my back, an ever-present reminder that I have five children? I

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For Better or Worse

I can't pretend that nothing is going on

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2.5 Years of Marriage Later

I have not shied away from admitting when I needed help.

That One Night

The kids have been in Arizona since Tuesday. At the time we planned for my parents to take them for a few days, it seemed like it would be a welcomed reprieve: late in pregnancy, days without early-morning wake-up calls, no swimming lessons or taekwondo, quiet evenings. Since they left

What Could Go Right

What Could Go Right

Stop being afraid of what could go wrong and start being positive about what could go right. Easier said than done. Ger finally told me that he feels positive about the outcome of this pregnancy. 27 weeks, pretty good place to be. I asked him if he thinks I will

Carry On, Warrior

Carry On, Warrior

Ger said to me last week “I’m worried about you.” I paused, and then replied “Have I done anything that causes you to worry? Because I thought I had been doing really well lately.” He acknowledged that it was a valid question. The source of his worry was that

Betrayal

Over the past several months, people have said things to me in the realm of “you’re so strong” or “you are handling this so well” or “you have inspired me.” Most of the time I feel undeserving, bandaged together by medication and therapy, hardly like I am handling this