The first Sunday of every May is International Bereaved Mother's Day. Here's to those of us "who have experienced the unimaginable and are still able to walk". In the words of Pia Dorer, let's honor our babies by living in their light. Images from Angela Miller's You Are the Mother of All Mothers**
i am a 20-something year old about to start a Ph.D in educational leadership. i'm a digital artist, broadcaster, educator, & human rights activist from a developing country. yes... i collect degrees.
i married my best friend and rock last year. he knows me better than I know myself. we have had two losses in 2014, the first one, a missed miscarriage at 8 weeks, and the second one, a 21 week baby who was diagnosed with fatal heart and brain abnormalities -not compatible with life-.
i'm not sure at the moment where God and life are taking me, but am positive
i'll be getting there with *living* kids of my own. that said, i'm already a mother, i really don't need a nursery to feel like one; i've been one ever since i first saw the double lines.
until I get to have a baby here on earth, my dog nemo keeps my arms full. we lived in boston for a couple of years. although I cannot vote in the states, boston shaped me and will forever be my home. (if i could vote though, i too would definitely vote for hillary).