“Rather often I am asked whether the grief remains as intense as when I wrote. The answer is, No. The wound is no longer raw. But it has not disappeared. That is as it should be. If he was worth loving, he is worth grieving over.
Grief is existential testimony to the worth of the one loved. That worth abides. So I own my grief. I do not try to put it behind me, to get over it, to forget it… Every lament is a love-song.” 
― Nicholas Wolterstorff, Lament for a Son

If you are reading this, it is likely that you are grieving. Grief takes many forms. Sometimes we find ourselves grieving the loss of a loved one. Sometimes it's something else like a grim diagnosis, a divorce, the loss of a job, and so on. Grief is complex and usually we navigate the intensity of multiple types of grief at one time. Often, when we feel we've got a handle on our grief, a fresh wave crashes over us. This is my story as I've grieved my father-in-law dying from stage four lung cancer, miscarrying our squirming, strong hearted Sam at twelve weeks, navigated the intensity of a loved one dealing with substance abuse and the trauma  and grief other loved ones faced due to many factors I won't discuss here, and so much more.

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I believe that, despite circumstances, all are worth loving. I carry those words by Nicholas Wolterstorff like I carry microchimerism with the baby I miscarried. I'll carry both with me for years as I sit side by side with grief.  I grieve because I love. I grieve with hope. I love with hope.

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I am the author of Every Little Life, an interactive, self-help book for women who've experienced baby loss. This book is close to my heart and in completing the project with so many who came alongside and supported the vision and distribution of this book, I am now working on a children's novel. Writing a children's novel is a dream I've carried since I was a little girl after reading Fog Magic by Julia Sauer. I closed her book and took in my surroundings from the branch I sat on. Minnows and craw-daddies moved in the creek below my worn tennis shoes. Daffodils swayed gently in the breeze. Birds sang above me. A dream formed in my heart and met with the tangible, natural world where impossible was considered alongside the possible. 

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I live in Pennsylvania with my husband and five daughters. We enjoy camping, stargazing and spending time together. You can read more facts about me and my family below.