FEATURE ARTICLE:
By: Marie Kriedman In the immediate days following the miscarriage of our daughter, my husband and I were in a minefield of grief. We were in shock, still trying to understand how our life had taken such a turn, and we felt deeply overwhelmed. We needed a breather from caring for our children, so we stepped outside for a quick break. The weather matched our mood. The sky was black, and a storm was blowing in quickly. And amazingly, unfathomably, there was one solitary pink cloud…
Read MoreNEWS ARCHIVE:
Grief, Hope, and YOGA
By: Brooke Taylor Duckworth Before my daughter died, I didn’t understand that grief was a physical sensation. I knew what it meant to “feel sad,”…
Shattering the Silence
By: Autumn Purdy On a brisk, sunny morning recently, I drove my daughter to her socially distanced ballet performance of “The Nutcracker”. This year will…
Kindness is Good for the Soul
By: Rose Carlson Practice random kindness and senseless acts of beauty. ~Anne Herbert It is quite possible that one simple little sentence scrawled on a…
For Harmony
By: Rachel Helden This is my first time writing to you since you left this world only a few short weeks ago. How can it…
Faith in fearful times
Coping with grief through a pandemic, finding strength and support during a time of social distancing.
Never Alone
Sharing the lessons we learned from our daughter and helping others know they are not alone in the heartache and pain.
Gifts of the Holiday season
By: Robyn Busekrus The holidays are here and they bring an assortment of emotions. The holiday songs, decorations and gifts to buy usher in the…
The Good She Brought Into My Life
By: Ashley Opliger It’s been six years since my daughter, Bridget Faith, went to Heaven at 24 weeks and 5 days into my first pregnancy…