My Father’s Love

The day I was born, my dad was 48 years old. The year I graduated from 8th grade, my dad retired from working two jobs. The countless plays I performed, my dad slept…I mean sat through every single performance. The year I graduated from college, my dad survived quintuple bypass and colon cancer. The day …

Love Walk for Scotland

There are certain days that are particularly difficult after a pregnancy loss that trigger heartbreak all over again. Mother’s Day, holidays, anniversaries, due dates… On those days, I find myself suffering in silence. My first pregnancy loss at 6 weeks led to completely shutting down, isolating myself from the world, telling virtually no one of …

The Time Hope Defeated Fear

During my 5th and final pregnancy, I decided to take professional maternity photos. This was something I had never done before and well, this was my last chance to get some Pinterest worthy pics. But unlike most maternity photos, I didn’t share a single image…that was until after my baby was born, healthy and thriving, …