written in the cards…

written in the cards…

In the back of my mind, as I navigate the waters of grief and the immense amount of things this calendar year has held, I've had the pressing reminder that I need to begin working on our holiday cards. The truth is that I really love writing out these cards to send to loved ones. [...]

October 26th, 2000

I was twenty-four years and seven months old, to the day. The doctor who had saved me with a shot six long years before had been the one to tell me, with saucer wide eyes, that my uterus had been the biggest mangled mess he'd ever seen. That poor piece of me had survived through [...]