baby loss

And so it begins again…

It was a warm day in early November. Mark and I were in the kitchen reading books about Thanksgiving. The last page described how the town brought the firefighters Thanksgiving dinner when the firefighters became too busy to prepare their... Continue reading →

The Terrifically Terrible Twos

I was working on dinner in the kitchen. “Mark Robert!” I called suspiciously. “Mawk Wobewt!” he responded in an almost mocking tone. I shook my head trying not to laugh out loud. “Do not touch the folded laundry on the... Continue reading →

Shattered Motherhood

I watched helplessly from across the kitchen as a feisty toddler innocently pulled at a teacup from its place of prominence on a shelf. All I could do was yell, “Mark, no!” and then watch it smash to pieces as... Continue reading →

A Little Isabelle in Mark’s Life

Mark loves to name the family member in several pictures that hang in our stairwell. He typically babbles, “Mommy, Daddy, Mark, A-belle” with a huge grin on his face while pointing to each person in the picture. “A-belle” is his... Continue reading →

The Strength of a Mother

Mark began the week abruptly with a messy diaper, wet pajamas, and a full-blown tantrum. I sat straight up in bed rubbing the sleep off my eyes as I stared at the clock. Of course he wanted to wake up... Continue reading →

A Box of Memories

As a child, one of the things I most looked forward to each Christmas was sorting through my ornament box. Each November, my dad would climb up in the attic and hand down boxes of Christmas decorations while my sister... Continue reading →

A Little Princess Wrapped in Pink

She would have had long brown curly hair like her mom and her grandmothers’ blue eyes. She would have loved to wear pink and danced around the room while watching princess movies. The image of Isabelle as a little girl... Continue reading →