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? This week’s revelation tackles these questions and more.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.
“When I start to wring my hands in fear of the unknown, I want to learn even more how to lean into that fear and wrestle with it instead of shutting it out or trying to sweep it under the rug. And I want to be able to pour into others who are feeling fearful or anxious about the future, too. This life is a gift. I don’t want to miss out on the beauty because I’m so focused on the what-ifs and the trials I know are sure to come. “Read More