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The pages are the places we go when we are weary. Where the darkness can become a little lighter, the truth a little kinder, the world a little smaller. They are the places we go to when we don't know where else to go, or before we go anywhere else in the world. The pages hold our souls like an envelope does a love letter. We go to them when we are broken so they can put us back together again. When we are forgotten they remember us. When we are lost they find us. The pages are the places we find ourselves.
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A Unicorn's Mother

Today is the fifth anniversary of our little boy, Ciaran, who I carried for almost 4 months before his heart stopped beating. I can’t believe it has been that long already. The night we went into the hospital and delivered his tiny unbreathing body, there was an ending, and a beginning, and everything in between.
It is fitting then, on this day, that I honor him by sharing with you a little book I wrote. It’s called "A Unicorn's Mother" and it is written for my sweet boy, but also for all of the incredible women who also know the brutal truth of miscarriage; who have had to say goodbye to a child unborn and unseen, whom you desperately loved and wanted. And it’s a special nod to all the remarkable mama’s who wrote to me, who shared their own stories of their own little unicorn’s when I felt all alone. No one wants to say “Welcome to the club,” but here we are. I love you all.

To Love

My recent mantra. My deep breath prayer. Keep going friends. There is no perfection, just waking up and facing the mountain. Even when you think you can't, you can. You don't have to be the change, you don't have to be the best, you don't have to have a cause, march for peace, give blood, or save the world. You don't have to be anything but exactly what you are right now.“Do not think that love in order to be genuine has to be extraordinary. What we need is to love without getting tired." ~ St. Mother Theresa

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Happy New Year

Don't regret a thing. Take what you have been given from the good and the bad of the last year, hold it, look at it, turn it over again and again until you know it's shape. Breathe in and breathe out, and then blow it all away like a dandelion in the breeze. You don't need it anymore. You have everything you need already inside of you. Abandon the "shoulds" that breed guilt and embrace the moments full of learning and humbling. Reach out when your impulse is to pull in. Hang on when your exhaustion tells you to give up. Let go of empty attachments and learn to be more content with less. I've heard that someday these will be the good old days. But they already are.
Happy New year.