Hope

  • Rejection

    I’ve just been drawing pillow cases. Joyful pillowcases. Sad pillowcases. Cross pillow cases. Is this really what the world has come to? Actually, it’s a lot of fun drawing pillowcases. The sweet darlings feel as though they could have been… Continue reading

  • Terrible

    Life has been terrible since I stopped breathing. Stopped writing, that is. Stopped opening my heart and setting the truth of it free. My soul aches at times like these, but I smile and I laugh, and I excuse life… Continue reading

  • Golden Light

    She holds my hand and walks me home while rabid dogs do lie, she takes each ache, and wraps them dear though fear, old foe, won’t die. Her seeds of goodness, daily, sprout she guides my heart by day, the… Continue reading

  • And So We Rise

    And so we rise. And so we gather all hope and find our way to peace again. We think we have broken, we think we have lost our way. Such beauty lies beyond that which we call failure. Such strength… Continue reading

  • Peaches In The Darling Sun

    It’s my birthday, today. And because the sun is so beautifully shining on my world, I’ve decided it’s time. Time to shine the sun outwards, once again. The world surely needs some sunshine, right now. And so it is that,… Continue reading

  • The Moment Divine

    A brief note before my story begins. A note to the mothers, a note to the fathers. To those who have birthed live children, and those whose young ones were taken too soon. This story— my story, our story—may be… Continue reading

  • Darling World

    Sleep tight, darling world. How lovely and alive you will be tomorrow. Continue reading

  • Thank You

    I was in tears this morning, bouncing on my fit ball in front of the TV at my new favourite time of day (4AM). I was watching the world news. Small children were being handed over a fence to soldiers… Continue reading

  • Fertility: A Mother’s Story

    My fertility story is really quite extraordinary, when I think of all the ups and downs I’ve faced on the road from then to now. It’s time for me to share the whole story. To those of you who are… Continue reading

  • Changing Seasons, Finding Home

    We had small children. Three and six years old: button noses, tiny hands. When my husband and I separated, we needed to because that was the next and only step we knew how to take. We’d forgotten how to breathe… Continue reading