Taylor sent me a video today about a little girl who lost her leg and the doctors who made her a new one. Just 2 years old, her world completely altered. She was able to walk for the first time in her life with a tiny prosthetic limb, an artificial body part, a piece of science + medicine that gave back something life took away from her.
And it got me thinking - here with my two hands that hold my phone while I type, my two legs that carry me around the house to do the laun
Some things change everything. She was something. And everything.
The last few days have felt a lot like this: I don't want to think about the 7th
This one will be easier.
This one feels harder.
I don't know what to say.
I want to say everything.
I want to say nothing.
I always say the same thing.
I don't want to say anything.
I have to say something.
I laid awake in bed the other night, rereading words I've written on past occasions. Trying to write a new set
It physically pains me to think about the bullying, the mean words, the hatred and ugliness I won't forever be abIe to protect my daughter from. I'm angry and hurt at some very cruel things I've read lately on social media - indirectly directed at others and now even at myself. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to stoop to their level, comment back, defend myself and say equally if not more hurtful things in response. Yes, I want to be ugly. But as I sit here, taking deep
While relaxing in a hot bath late one night after S had gone to sleep I was enthralled with the thought of how nice some fresh flowers surrounding me would be. The next day I grabbed a few leftover flowers from my florist friend and the idea was born. Photos by Jessica Byrum
I kept expecting some epic first post to flow from me with ease. Pressure tends to freeze me. So, after months and months of sitting on my blog I'm finally pressing go - saying yes - going for things even before they're ready | even before I feel ready | and starting something I've been wanting - but too afraid to do - for too long. This is no epic post I promise, but I'll tell you where Sawyer and June came from. Shocker of the obvious - my daughter's name is Sawyer. I know,