The Greediest Mother

I am the greediest mother. I have written about the hand-wringing and soul-crushing that comes with being Owen’s mother. I have told the tales of heart-soaring  and hope-reviving moments, too. At the beginning, we weren’t allowed to stretch our dreams too far. We had arms and legs moving. Eventually, he was breathing on his own. [ Read More ]

New Beginnings

When I began my journey here, Owen was still only months old — this was all still so very new. He was still so very new. I began writing to keep close friends and family in the so-called loop, until I eventually realized that writing here was the only thing keeping me from thinking in the [ Read More ]