author Emilie Leeks,

"Lord but I am tired. I had planned a full hour of work this evening, once the kids were finally asleep. But instead I'm here at my desk, writing by the half light of the computer monitor, watching the words flow from my pen onto the page. I haven't written like this for a while. I've written some useful stuff, some pieces meatier than others, but the flow hasn't been there - something has been keeping me back."

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author Emilie Leeks,

Sweet one,You never made it Into our arms. You never knew The joy your brothers and sisters Would bring to you. You never nestled Into your father's warm chest; You never found your strength At my breast. A spark of life, A...

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author Emilie Leeks,

What we completely miss, in our valiant attempts to distract, reason with, or otherwise move someone on from an emotion like grief, is that we each have a wonderfully efficient way of working through emotions. But that we do need to work through them, in order to come out the other side. We can push them down for a while, but ultimately they are still there, stuck inside our limbic brain.

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author Emilie Leeks,

This is still very raw, but I don't know any other way to share it. We are so quiet, so secretive in our culture about miscarriage - in fact about any hurt we are carrying. Grief is real and necessary and allowed. So here it is - this...

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