Me with a baby: didn't sleep last night because little feet padded into my room at 3am. Me without children: slept well, despite the sadness that sometimes sits beside me in the dark.
Read moreToday I Celebrate Us
When I realized I would be childless, the pain was overwhelming. I thought the worst of myself. How could my life have come to this? How could I lose the greatest dream I ever had to be a mother?
Read moreThe Long Road
While the road is long
and few truly know the obstacles,
finding purpose and beauty within and outside creates harmony and peace.
Read moreFinding voices, making ripples, reaching out
This is a poem I wrote about finding the courage to connect with others and build support for childlessness in the workplace, followed by some reflections on growing through that journey.
Read moreInhale, Exhale
Through it all, I made efforts to nurture the friendships with my friends who had children. My efforts didn’t go unnoticed.
Read moreLeaving my own footprints
This January marked an important milestone in my life: my 50th birthday. For some people, such birthdays arrive with apprehension. For me, it became a moment of reflection.
Read moreNegatives
Small, Simple but Somebody
When I look at photos of family or friends with their generations of children, I think I’m not worthy.
Read moreDifferent, Not Lesser
For a long time, being unable to have children felt like a failure.
Read moreOne-way envy and other challenges
I want to share three particular issues that I experience in my childless journey, and the way I am learning to navigate these challenges, to help me feel worthy.
Read moreThe co-custodians of the forest are here
Not a Mother. Still me.
I am more than my childlessness
I have a good career, I love to travel, and I enjoy music and making things.
Read moreA journey
Our hot air balloon falls slowly from the sky.
“Chuck her out”, they shout, “she's worthless extra weight!”
Read more35 parts of me
On this 10th World Childless Week, I celebrate
what has become an anchor for the childless community.
Read moreI Believed A Lie, But No More
I still remember considering the phrase “We are worthy” for the first time, and how it seemed like in a sense, that didn’t make sense.
Read moreFinding Myself
I have spent many years grieving, and I still am. My writing has been an important tool for expressing the emotions within. I was published in the Bournemouth library after I volunteered at the Bournemouth Writing Festival.
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