Where There Is No Path

How Sacred Story Guides Us Through the Deep Forest of Grief Our first child arrived into the world 22 years ago today. But something was wrong. He struggled to breathe and twenty minutes later was pronounced dead. It was a full-term pregnancy and up until that point there had been no question of viability. To …

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Oliver at the dairy farm.

The Milkmaid’s Tale

Pif’s in labour. The pre-dawn text lights up our shoebox of a bedroom. I roll off the side of the bed so as not to wake my husband, grab my work clothes from a hook on the back of the door and get dressed in the living room to the light of the Christmas tree. …

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