I had 11 hours with my son once he was born. Instead of countless nights of tending to him when he cries, and a lifetime of memories as he grows, I got 11 hours. I didn’t get to hear him cry. I didn’t get to see the color of his eyes. I didn’t get to… Continue reading The Hardest Goodbye

I’ve shared the story of the funeral home. I’ve shared how I felt in that dark, sad building on December 28th, 2015. What I haven’t shared is that, on that day, I was offered the use of the chapel for a memorial service. For parents of lost babies, this was offered free of charge. But… Continue reading Permission

I collect names and make displays. Each name represents a baby who died. The first time I did this was for Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness month. Awareness has a lot to do with these projects. There is a stigma surrounding baby loss. Babies represent new beginnings. They are not supposed to die. Pregnancy and… Continue reading Say Their Names