“What are men doing in there anyways? Surfing the internet? Watching YouTube videos? Playing Fortnite? Putting things into their Amazon cart they’ll never actually buy?”
- Love What Matters
- Children
“What are men doing in there anyways? Surfing the internet? Watching YouTube videos? Playing Fortnite? Putting things into their Amazon cart they’ll never actually buy?”
“My favorite color is Gator Orange”
“I dig my fingers and nails into my skin. I rub the crap out of my knees. I pick my cuticles. I pinch my skin extremely hard. My muscles all get super tight, and my entire body tenses. I hyperventilate, and I can’t control my body.”
“It started on the cold lonely bathroom floor where I lay in a pool of my own blood, saying goodbye to the children my body could not protect, grow, and nurture. Three pregnancies in nine months that all end in miscarriage is not good for the body. Or the mind. Or the soul.”
“These incredible stories, 95 of them – hard ones and easy ones, painful ones and hopeful ones – are the stories they are just beginning to write on their own.”
“Those little fingers will grip a steering wheel, wave goodbye and drive off to somewhere new. Those little fingers will walk down the aisle and say ‘I do,’ falling in love with someone new.”
“My strength was rising. Not only did I feel like Superwoman after all of those injections, meds, blood draws and doctor visits, but I found strength emotionally, as well. I learned how to be brave.”
“We had told my son he could wear pajamas to the ceremony, but that’s not the only reason he was so relaxed. In that moment, I knew for a fact my husband and I had found each other not because we were soul mates… but because he was right for my KIDS.”
“I immediately began CPR. He still had a pulse and I was determined. I was so, so in love with this little man. The entire ambulance ride was a blur. I sat there, watching them work on my 4-month-old, tiny son. ‘Not my beautiful baby!’ We were such good parents. How could this happen to us? We finally left the hospital having to tell my other son the hardest conversation I’ve ever had. It was the worst nightmare ever.”
“On my way to work, it became personal. The folks who charge the scooters at night placed them out in the morning—effectively blocking anyone from using the sidewalk. While others might be able to walk around the scooters, I didn’t have that choice.”