infertility, loss, miscarriage

I just don’t like your uterus

When I started writing this blog I had no idea the blog's name -- mourning dove motherhood--would take on so many varied meanings. I originally named the blog in honor of all the mourning doves that visited me shortly after my mom died.   I had no idea that I'd go on to grieve more motherhood related… Continue reading I just don’t like your uterus

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inner-work, truth

Be here now (no, really!)

In the here and now I reckon with the fact that I drank too many margaritas with my husband on date night (ok and ate too many chips and salsa too) and saw my weight loss successes diminish. (OUCH.) In the here and now I see that it was easier to blame my husband for the morning's snafu trying to get our daughter out the door rather than facing the hard reality that she simply struggles with separation anxiety and it is what it whether I like it or not!

humor, Mind of Sarah

Final boarding call.

Sure am glad I didn't dawdle getting to the airport and while running late accidentally park my rental car in the wrong return lane and be told I have to go inside to fix it, only to find out that no I need to go back outside to get a slip from the very chatty car… Continue reading Final boarding call.

Art, Writing & Big Magic, inner-work, loss, truth

Sunrise, sunset! Wherein I (quietly) proclaim the genius of lesson #3

In hindsight I have so many questions for my former self. Why did you, former Sarah, take so long to start writing?  Why didn't you start using anti-aging face cream sooner? And why oh why did you sit in that suffering place for so damn long?

4am kid convos, featured, humor, motherhood, Parent Life

“I am the cheese monster!”

4:02 a.m. Child climbs into bed with me. Husband is blissfully asleep in guest bed "getting over a the stomach flu." Please, you know he is psychic and predicted this event transpiring. 4 y.o.: "It is dark!" Me: "Yes Z, it is the middle of the night." 4yo: "I AM THE CHEESE MONSTER!" Me: perplexed. Laughs. [READ MORE]

Art, Writing & Big Magic, Birds

Sixteen robins.

That's what I saw outside my bedroom window this morning. I think there were probably more, but the flock flew away before I could finish counting!  I then crawled back into bed to hopefully sleep off the bug that is making the rounds. I'm up finally, feeling much better, and my Fitbit says I slept… Continue reading Sixteen robins.