March twenty-eighth... There is a friction inside me surrounding this date; a rubbing of grief and celebration, of sadness and joy, of sorrow and thankfulness. March twenty-eighth will always be his day.
It's been a while since I shared a reprint of ReBirth and I admit part of that has been that it's something I couldn't look at for a while after losing my mother. I have read each and every volume with her in mind and we've had discussions about some of the pieces she wrote or were written by others.
A wonderful story of loss and love.
Reprinted with permission from A Living Family. My experience of birth was what some might consider ideal but most would say is far from typical. Although I had a two day warm up, my water
Here's our second guest birth story. I am honestly so excited to be sharing these with everyone - they're all truly remarkable!
30% can mean nothing or it can mean a lot. In my case, it was a non-entity, a number I never gave much thought to until June of 2009.
