I lost my first child, Lilly Mae, to miscarriage at thirteen weeks gestation on February 13, 2005. This letter was originally written to her on Saturday, May 14, 2016. It has been thirteen years since I lost my girl, and while the pain eases with time, it never leaves. Not a day goes by that…Read More
This week, we hear from a brave reader who, without asking any questions in black and white, is asking the biggest question of them all: is my life worth living?Read More
How do we make peace with our past mistakes? What does the process of self-forgiveness look like? It requires effort and work, but I can’t think of anything more important. With the peace that accompanies self-forgiveness comes the ability to grow and live a full life.Read More
How do friendships last? What can we do to nurture and grow them while also being true to ourselves? This week, Birdie responds to a reader looking for advice about friendship.Read More
Grief is love’s souvenir. It’s our proof that we once loved. Grief is the receipt we wave in the air that says to the world: Look! Love was once mine. I love well. Here is my proof that I paid the price.
Looking back on 2016 and towards 2017 with one word in particular in mind: assured.Read More