For National Infertility Awareness Week. . .

It's #NationalInfertilityAwarenessWeek and you know what? There needs to be more poems about how rich a family is with no children. More poems that end as sad as infertility feels. More poems giving beautiful wings to our altered timelines and this abrupt grief lasting years. More poems about complete healing that have nothing to do… Continue reading For National Infertility Awareness Week. . .

Sometimes You Feel Like Winter When Everything Else Blooms

I am passionate about helping people relate to their pain in a way that heals. This means framing the sharp edges of heartache with beauty and light. It is important to be brutally honest both about pain and about hope. The more I write, the more I understand that we all want to see our… Continue reading Sometimes You Feel Like Winter When Everything Else Blooms