The Ache Beneath the Ache
Yesterday, I wrote a piece about not being a mother. But like all true vulnerability, if you stay with that ache long enough another layer will emerge. The one that holds the true story. What I thought was the root revealed something even further beneath not just the ache of not having children,but the ache […]
The Grief That Still Speaks
On Mother’s Day, and the Grief Without a Name Today is one of the hardest days of the year for me.I’m not a mother.Not in the traditional sense. And while I usually stay quiet on days like this,I want to speak—for those of us who carry this ache silently,without cards, without flowers, without clear […]
