It is my honor to welcome a guest post for Right Where I Am  from Danielle. [Remember if you do not have a blog and want to contribute, yo...

Last year, I launched a project called Right Where I Am where I asked other babylost parents to write about right where they were in their...

There is no moon tonight, yet the sky is not quite black. It is the grey of ambient light, filtered through clouds and exhaust. It is muddy ...

I stood in the rain last night listening to my friend talk about suicide. We lost another person in our community last week, which makes thr...

I cannot tell you what the notes, condolences, comments, and the emails we have received have meant to us. We feel held. We feel loved. We ...

Yesterday, after a week of tests and ultrasounds, hospitals and bleeding, our doctor confirmed that our little baby died in my womb. I was t...

What is that, Mama? I look down at a featherless little bird. Without formed eyes. A swollen bird fetus on our front step. It is a dead...

After Lucia died, I had no idea what to do with all this grief energy. I wanted to run out of my skin. I wanted to shave my head. I wanted ...

My table piles high with items in small packages. Little oatmeal packs. Small shampoo. Teeny maple syrup containers and Bisquick in a pourab...

Awake settles on me, covering me in dew. I sit still and listen, half-lidded. I sit still and stare at the wall. It doesn't move. I sit ...