“It’s like this.” Maybe. (A book review. Sort of.)

I recently read a book for book club called Tell Me More: Stories About The 12 Hardest Things I’m Learning to Say, by Kelly Corrigan. It’s been one of the most helpful books I’ve read as it relates to grief and life, and I think it should be required reading for all of humanity. I don’t know that it’s really considered a “grief book.” But it is about how tough life can be in general and thus tackles a lot of rough stuff, so, needless to say, I could relate to it. I should also mention that Kelly Corrigan has a sense of humor, so although this is a heavy read, there are lighter parts, maybe even a few laughs, in here as well. Continue reading

Trivia night and a special painting

Last night was our local support group’s trivia night. I’m on the fringe of the planning committee, which means I volunteered to help last year and didn’t fulfill many of my commitments (which, in my defense, during this time period I was either living in the Maternity Trauma Center or adjusting to parenting a living baby, a reality I hadn’t considered pre-July 27), and this year I (with Mark’s help) brought in a couple of corporate sponsorships and auction items (okay, this was mostly Mark) and helped minimally with set up. So, I’m trending in the right direction, it seems, albeit slowly… Continue reading

On my anger at it being me

So I don’t know whether many of the thoughts I’m sharing are socially acceptable or logical (pretty sure they aren’t) or whether they’ll portray me in the most positive light (pretty sure they won’t), but I’ve not let any of these things stop me before, soooooo… I kind of figure, why start now? And these thoughts are kind of pervasive in my mind, so I feel like sharing them might actually be my first step in setting myself free from them. Or not. Only time will tell. Continue reading

Some people suck less than I initially thought

When I was pregnant with Matthew, a co-worker and I had a conversation – she offered to give me all of her son’s baby clothes, because she didn’t plan to have any more children. I happily told her I’d accept whatever she wanted to give me. We chatted about this (and some other things baby-related) so joyously on this day in early July. And little did I know that less than two weeks later Matthew would be dead. Continue reading

Precious moments

My mom came to visit this weekend, and she and Mark got into a debate about who was an earlier walker, Mark or me (because we each walked around eight or nine months). And they were getting weirdly competitive about it, like so much so that they were pulling out baby books to verify dates and calculate ages… And then, because we’re focused on all things baby, Mark randomly popped some of his parents’ home videos from his first year of life into our VCR (yes, we have one of those)… Continue reading