The Good That Is

The package arrived in July, maybe August. I don’t remember. The days after our son died were filled with sadness and I didn’t really pay attention to dates other than to mark off one week, two weeks, a month since I delivered a stillborn child.

Being Allowed to Speak

Telling people about the affair was among the most stressful things I’ve had to do. And telling the editors at A Deeper Story added to that. I knew that the editors were incredibly kind and would not judge, but I also knew that there would probably not be a place for me among the storytellers when I […]