About This Space
This is a place for the in-between.
For the mothers and caretakers who know what it means to hold joy in one hand and sorrow in the other.
For anyone who has felt the quiet ache of grief while still trying to keep living.
I write as a 30-year-old loss mom, carrying the love of my daughter and the weight of her absence. Grief is stitched into everything I do, yet so is love, persistence, and the stubborn unfolding of life.
Here, you’ll find reflections that reach across the dark, stories that honor the messy middle, and words that remind you you’re not alone. Some pieces are wide open, moments of shared grief, everyday life, and glimpses of healing. Others stay behind the paywall, where I write the rawest parts: my journals, IVF diaries, poetry, and letters I can’t share anywhere else.
This isn’t about neat stages or tidy endings. It’s about learning to live inside the in-between, where grief lingers, love persists, and life keeps unfolding.
Check out our Her Grief, Her Strength Website
You can find us there if you’re looking for advocacy, connection, and resources.
