• Parenting

    The Formula Stain

    “Are you breast-feeding him?” That seems to be the question of the hour. Usually, I don’t mind. It’s a point of conversation for most people, and if you’re a friend, I’ll open up to you about it. But sometimes, it’s a loaded question, and on this occasion, the elderly stranger crinkled up her nose in disgust when I responded almost apologetically, “No…” I shouldn’t have felt the need to respond with shame, but I felt the judgment coming. At that moment, her reaction collided with my post pregnancy hormones, and left me with threatening tears. With a simple look, she heaped guilt and dishonor upon me. Her disfigured countenance offered…

  • Featured,  Miscarriage

    The Miscarriage Misconception

    Today, my husband and I received a card. It was from someone reaching out to us, letting us know that though they didn’t know what we were going through, they cared. I must have read that card over 1,000 times today, and matched each neatly penned word with a tear. What a priceless treasure that card was to me; not because someone extended sympathy to us, but because in the sea of hundreds of people that knew we lost a tiny life, there was someone out there that recognized this child… this little life… my tiny little baby’s death was important enough to acknowledge… important enough to go out and buy a…