Three More Weeks

Change is in the air. For the last two nights, it has finally been cool enough to sleep with the window open. Although fall doesn’t officially begin until the 23rd, it certainly feels like it is here when I wake... Continue reading →

Fear

Throughout the last year, Matt and I have created several traditions to honor the memory of Isabelle. These traditions have been a source of comfort and are reminders that she will always be a part of our family. Among the... Continue reading →

Packing Boxes

For months, Isabelle’s nursery sat relatively untouched. In the fall, I only entered it a handful of times, typically to add cards or mementos to the growing stack on the floor in front of the crib. The thought of being... Continue reading →

My Husband Should Be Canonized

The last two weeks, a freak pre-summer plague descended upon my homeroom. Within a couple of days, seven kids were out sick, most with fevers. A dozen more were coughing up a storm in my classroom. This is not a... Continue reading →

A Mother’s Day Kick

On Tuesday, Matt and I sat on the coach with huge grins on our faces as we felt the baby eagerly kick. A small piece of my heart began to once again glow with happiness. Sometimes when women become pregnant... Continue reading →

The Mask of a Grieving Parent

Grieving parents wear masks. Sometimes the face that you see is real, and other times it is not our face at all, but rather a mask. We wear masks because we fear that some people don’t want to know how... Continue reading →