To All the Mothers Who Lost Their Child

These last few weeks of December, I am going to highlight some posts from my archives. In light of the national (and even international) mourning for the children shot in Connecticut last week, I wanted to share this letter I wrote to a friend whose son died at a very...

Turtles, Trees, and the Spiral of Time

I’ve always pictured time as a line, with me an unchanging dot moving from moment to moment from birth on one end to death at the other. I have an almost visceral reaction to thinking of time, and myself within it, like this. In this model, I am static. The dot...

To my daughter on her eleventh birthday

Dear Elli, We miss you. Your dad and I think about you every day. We savor those rare vivid dreams of you, where we can see, hold, and hear you again. (Those dreams can’t happen too often.) We love to talk about you. So bitter-sweet. Every morning, the school...

The Room at the End of the Hall

Her door hung open open The younger sister away for the night Craft papers and princess dresses In place of cases of formula and bags of syringes Memories drift out misty in the blue dark I strain to remember the details Formula in goldenrod and primary blue Foil tab...

Letter to a Grieving Parent

Oh my friend. My heart breaks that you find yourself here, where I have walked and wept. Every hour I lift you and your family in prayer, pleading with God to pour out grace and strength and rest over you. I was so encouraged by the outpouring of support for you and...