I once dreamed of you, many years ago on a crisp fall day. I wasn’t more than nineteen years old and I had fallen asleep on the living room couch as the sun streamed in, catching the dust particles in the afternoon light, dancing and moving against and with one another. I remember my first … More To the children I will never have:
“How many pregnancies have you had total?” the technician asked as lightly as if she had asked about the weather. I wasn’t prepared for that question. It wasn’t the question I normally get from medical personal; that of, “Are you now or have you ever been pregnant?” That is the question I am prepared … More The unbearable pain of Motherhood.