The Body Is Not a Coffin

Over a decade ago, I started scratching down the clippings of diseased rose stems and transplanted Black Eyed Susans alongside the ache and emptiness of miscarriage. The Word doc morphed from computer to computer as we moved from Ellet to South Akron to Ashland to Copley. The story kept changing and growing, from one miscarriageContinue reading “The Body Is Not a Coffin”

Advent Day 8: Armed with Strength

It is God who arms me with strength and keeps my way secure. Psalm 18:32 Outside the doctor’s office after we learned of our first miscarriage, our first heavy loss as a couple, Brandon held me close. Weather is unmoved by emotions; the cloudless sky shone bright and blue above, the asphalt radiating with summerContinue reading “Advent Day 8: Armed with Strength”

Advent Day Five: But They Were Childless

“In the time of Herod king of Judea there was a priest named Zechariah, who belonged to the priestly division of Abijah; his wife Elizabeth was also a descendant of Aaron. Both of them were righteous in the sight of God, observing all the Lord’s commands and decrees blamelessly. But they were childless because ElizabethContinue reading “Advent Day Five: But They Were Childless”

Metaphors and Me

This week I’ve been working on an essay about miscarriage and faith.  As you can imagine it’s so uplifting and happy and plastered with joy that everyone is going to want to read it!  …  Or, no.  The good news is that I made tremendous progress from this happened and then this happened and thenContinue reading “Metaphors and Me”

Confessions of a Tubal Ligation

It’s been a week since our newest, and last, son – Henry Delbert – arrived safely into the world via c-section.  He is absolutely beautiful, perfectly content and as predictable of a baby as I’ve experienced.  Ever since we became pregnant with Henry, I’ve been coming to terms with this being our last baby –Continue reading “Confessions of a Tubal Ligation”

Twelve Apples and a Blog

Twelve shiny, locally grown apples are sitting on my kitchen counter ten feet away next to the cutting board, apple corer, slow cooker and paring knife. Fortunately, they are all inanimate objects who can only beckon with their glaring presence. But I have a hot cup of apple cider, James Taylor Pandora Radio, and aContinue reading “Twelve Apples and a Blog”

Baby Spoons and the Crust

A lot of thought-provokers happened today during my 30-minute lunch break, and I can’t help but take a few minutes to reflect on them here before settling in with transcripts and info sheets and all of the other important tasks I have to do. Are kids you know picky about sandwich crusts? Lydia is. UnlessContinue reading “Baby Spoons and the Crust”