The tempering of grief.

In the very early days of our grief we could do little more than exist. Crushed beneath the weight of our daughter’s death, even breathing felt impossible. In the two weeks that Norah was alive we existed on very little anything; sleeping, eating and living along with the chaos of new life and the brutality…

Another step in to the unknown.

The person that I was before was pretty sure of herself, so sure in fact that she spent a lot of her previous life worrying about who she would be when she made the huge life-changing decision to become a parent. Every conversation about the potential future included the concern that being a parent might…