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Dear M.D.

I've never really addressed you. I always skirt around what you do to me. I always pretend that I am ok. After all, I am a fighter, is that not what fighters do? I always try to put band aids... Continue Reading →

Can’t Cast The First Stone

A few days ago I saw something online that really upset me. I had wrote and drafted a response to these people. The clock said it was nearly one in the morning, I was tired, and my emotions were just... Continue Reading →

Here Comes Your Rainbow

Hold, please! This is a common phrase in my every day life. I say it to my husband, my friends, my coworkers and now to the birthday bash. It is day three of my blog blast and I will not... Continue Reading →

Lifting Up

Last year on this day I did a 30 day blog. It was the day after celebrating the one year mark of losing my baby. I have decided to do it biannually. Once in July and once in February. My... Continue Reading →

This Day In July

Two years. For 12 years I have struggled with infertility. Because of infertility this is what I know: It is a silent struggle It is not an inconvenience, it is an actual disease It is too taboo for others to... Continue Reading →

The Best and Truest Version

I have had enough loss in the last three years then I ever care to have again. With these losses I have learned one thing: life is so very frail. I have been on a quest to better myself. To... Continue Reading →

Parenting 101

By the end of the summer I will have perfected the art of parenting. Ok, I am more full of myself than I need to be right now. I don't think anyone has ever perfected that craft - even parents... Continue Reading →

Becoming A Warrior

Hike: Warrior Point Sauvie Island - Portland, OR Duration: 7 miles roundtrip Lately I've had this health fix. For years now I've always been concious of what I put in my body but lately it's been kicked up. Sometimes a... Continue Reading →

I’m Thankful For…

Today was a nightmare. Like Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, Child's Play nightmare. Like It, Jeepers Creepers, Michael Meyers nightmare. Literally. Everything that could go wrong went wrong. I got chewed out for a vendor not being paid.... Continue Reading →

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