The Rainbow after the Storm

   The months following my miscarriage were a whirling vortex of grief and isolation, and I struggled to find an anchor in life–something I could still do well–something to offer hope in a senseless, soul-crushing situation. For the first time in my life,...

A Sisterhood of Silence

On the road to healing from my miscarriage, I encountered a handful of well-meaning women who hadn’t experienced the same type of loss, and who, despite their best intentions, said all the wrong things. Statements like, “maybe it was for the best,...