I Cried on New Year’s Eve: Grieving with Hope in 2020

I cried on New Year’s Eve.  We spent time with friends, blew noisemakers, and yelled “Happy New Year!” at 8 PM (because we knew there was no way we’d actually last until midnight). We laughed, talked about goals for the new year, and shared stories from 2019.  But earlier that day, when I was alone,…

No Longer Empty-Handed

I can’t feel them in my arms anymore. It’s inexplicable, really. I’ve stared at four positive pregnancy tests in the last four years. And each time—without fail—I could immediately feel them in my arms. The anticipation was instant, the bond immediate. Some may roll their eyes at such extreme statements, but the knowledge that a…

He Gives and Takes Away: My Pregnancy Loss

The last thing I remember before going under was the sensation of tears limping from my eyes and tap tapping on the stark white sheet beneath my head. I sobbed into the mask that was placed over my mouth and nose, both welcoming and dreading the oblivion that waited for me.  I still see the…

A Choice That Changed the World

A baby was most definitely not in her plans. Not like this, anyway. What about her future? She was just a teenager. Still a girl. How would she explain this to her family? Would they understand? Would they believe her? How would she explain this to him? She couldn’t hide it forever. And he would…

3 Common Myths About Pregnancy Resource Centers

I am such a horrible blogger. I mean seriously, it’s been over a month since I’ve even looked – nay, even thought about this thing. I’d like to think I have an okay-ish excuse though. Over the summer I’ve gone back to work part time at Greensboro Pregnancy Care Center and, needless to say, it’s…

Nobody Likes Fundraisers

If you know me at all, then you know I am PUMPED about the Greensboro Pregnancy Care Center’s annual Walk for Life event taking place tomorrow morning. It’s going to be a ton of fun, complete with a 5K walk, free food, prizes, and of course raising money for the center. This place is dear…

An Open Letter to Cecile Richards, CEO of Planned Parenthood

Dear Ms. Richards, You don’t know me, and I suppose you never will — but I feel compelled to write to you because you’ve been at the forefront of my mind as of late. Some might say that you and I are on opposite ends of a seemingly neverending battle — you, a well-known figure,…

Ignoring the Need

A few weeks ago I had the opportunity to go back to work at Greensboro Pregnancy Care Center for a short period of time. It felt strange temporarily trading in diapers for data entry and cuddles for client files. And I have to say, there was something quite magical about making it through an afternoon…