Life isn’t easy, even when we share it with those who love us the most.
I lost my first child, Lilly Mae, to miscarriage at thirteen weeks gestation on February 13, 2005. This letter was originally written to her on Saturday, May 14, 2016. It has been thirteen years since I lost my girl, and while the pain eases with time, it never leaves. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss her. The ache of Lilly’s loss … Read More Dear Lilly Mae, On Daughter’s Day
This week, we hear from a brave reader who, without asking any questions in black and white, is asking the biggest question of them all: is my life worth living?
How do we make peace with our past mistakes? What does the process of self-forgiveness look like? It requires effort and work, but I can’t think of anything more important. With the peace that accompanies self-forgiveness comes the ability to grow and live a full life.
How do friendships last? What can we do to nurture and grow them while also being true to ourselves? This week, Birdie responds to a reader looking for advice about friendship.
Grief is love’s souvenir. It’s our proof that we once loved. Grief is the receipt we wave in the air that says to the world: Look! Love was once mine. I love well. Here is my proof that I paid the price. Glennon Doyle Love Warrior
Looking back on 2016 and towards 2017 with one word in particular in mind: assured.