Upon choosing a title for the email I send every Monday, I picked "It's Okay If It Stinks." So sophisticated, I know. While I've been basking in the autumn season and all the fall things, the photo below popped up on my memories last week, and regardless of it popping up, I think about it often… Continue reading When Autumn Is Just a Moldy Pumpkin
Category: infertility
Zinnias, August 1st, & a Folded Paper of Dreams
I scribbled out my dreams for the future. I wrote of children who would garden with me and complain about it, but I wouldn't mind, because I would be just so happy they were there with me. A folded piece of paper stuck in a between the pages. Who knew if it would happen? Who… Continue reading Zinnias, August 1st, & a Folded Paper of Dreams
How Thoroughly God Gives Life!
In 2020, while a child grew in me, I returned to the thing I had loved to do as a child. Writing poetry. And I wrote the years down. Infertility. My silent screaming. God's history of love to me. My grief. The garden. The starkness of the bathroom floor. The healing. The escape from the… Continue reading How Thoroughly God Gives Life!
When a Lot *Doesn’t* Happen in a Year
Haven't we all said it? Or hoped it? Or desperately wished it to be so? "Well, a lot can happen in a year!" But what if it doesn't? Or doesn't feel like it does? How do we watch friends and family go by without us? Survive another night feeling left behind or afraid of being… Continue reading When a Lot *Doesn’t* Happen in a Year
Sierra V. Fedorko 