On the third day of my second miscarriage, my husband bought me dessert.
We were so thoroughly fed by the steel network of community around us that I lost count of my blessings. Already a big believer in the value of friends cooking for friends, I became essentially devout.
I wanted nothing more than to sleep through Mother’s Day, to pretend Mother’s Day was gone, like my son.
In the middle of my battle with “recurrent pregnancy loss” I got on a SoulCycle bike on New Year’s Eve with the best intentions.
When I lost my father a few years ago, my friends all showed up in the best ways they knew how.
The Latest Ways to Show Support Amidst Grief and Loss
Sterling Strength Ring
Aspen Band Plate
Crate and Barrel, $5.95
Soft Linen Journal
Sign up for our newsletter to stay up to date on the best ways to be there for someone facing a life-changing challenge.