Category: Family

Cornucopia

Deep autumn air Finagles through window seams Invigorating my soul from sleep Cradled by feather pillows And fleece blankets Loves sleep-dreaming around me Rain forest coffee beans Party in my thalamus Crimson pomegranate seeds Plink into the bowl Dark wheat bread lies rustic in…

Stationary set becomes a gift of life

Daddy didn’t come around when I was a child, but I recall a particular time he brought a small present for each of us. I loved Daddy and presents and didn’t get enough of either in my life. I opened my box with restrained…

Writing Mama

5:30 am Releasing words On blank page Husband stirs, coughs, Releases his own gas Into the atmosphere Cats scratch hungrily at the door Dogs want scratched too, by me Baby calls for mama Another needs covers The third isn’t sure He can go back…

Humor, havoc, heartache, and harmony

An peak into the cadence of our lives. Why yes, yes there ARE bright pink plastic tablecloths duct taped to my mostly faithful mini van currently parked in the grass of our front yard. We spent part of the weekend going back and forth…

Veins

As I child, I noticed mom’s hands Worn from labors of farming and gardening I pushed in her blue veins And laughed as they filled again They looked so different than my smooth soft hands Now that I am Mom My hands too, are…

They Know Their Sister

They know their sister by tear-stained photographs By a worn-out guestbook from her funeral service They know her by playing in a cemetery Around a cold hard tombstone They know their sister by our “Sadie Rose” friends By support meetings and remembrance ceremonies They…

Minivan Mom

With apologies to minivan moms who would never find stale fries underneath seats and who are comfortable in designer clothes. I salute you! This post originated from a conversation with a best friend yesterday about the stigma of moms and minivans. Since I love…

Living Hope in Death

Every time I attend funeral services for an Old Order Mennonite family member or friend, I wish those “outside” could experience their death rituals, rich with culture, community, and faith. The horse-drawn hearse and the four-part-harmony singing make me cry every time. This week…

Dog Therapy

These two make my world a much happier place. I need happy right now and thought maybe you could use some too. Yo. That’s good stuff! What? You’re taking pictures of this?! Sheesh Mom, stop embarrassing me with all the photos. Would y’all stop…

When love and pain get physical 

I’ve started this post a hundred times and simply couldn’t get it out. It feels so vulnerable, but for others who need to learn these same lessons, I must share.  My husband, our children, and my mission through the Sadie Rose Foundation are, without a…

Tattoos, Tributes, and the Harlow Family Seal

I’ve learned to ask for stories behind tattoos. Many are in tribute to a life or a belief, while others have no real thought behind them. In the child-loss community, some have initials, angel wings, or even actual pictures, foot prints or echocardiograms of…

Confessions; just in case I’ve misled you

“You have the perfect life,” she said, “a great husband, beautiful children, doing what you love for work. I dream about your life.” Wait! What?! I nearly spit out my tea.  “You know, what you post on Facebook,” she added, “Your life is perfect.”…

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