Musings from a former medical mom.
Honoring my late daughter's legacy while joy-seeking for my threenage son.
Hi. I’m not going to lie. I don’t how often I will or won’t post. Just as I don’t know what these next handful of days, weeks, months will or won’t look like as the world is on fire. Literally and figuratively these days.
The truth is: I’m not able to commit to much right now outside of tackling the joys and frustrations of raising a tiny human while grieving the loss of another tiny human.
Sometimes I’ll post. Sometimes I won’t. Sometimes what I write will be filled with joy, gratitude, humor, and hope.
Other times, it…. won’t.
Just know whatever I share will always be from (my broken but bandaged) heart.
Follow along to witness grief in real time.
And if you’re unfamiliar with my family’s story, below are essays I’ve previously written:
L.A. Times :: My baby girl is gone. How I’m learning to live with grief and care for her brother
People Magazine :: Mom Says IVF Saved Her Life After First Child Died at 3 from Rare Disease: 'A Second Chance'
The Today Show :: What my late daughter taught me about being a mom
Variety :: Inside Our Child’s Battle With Mitochondrial Disease
L.A. Times :: L.A. Times :: I’m the mother of a toddler. This is why I no longer live in fear
L.A. Times :: What we really lost when Hollywood parties and celebrity chats faded away this year
Pasadena Magazine :: Our Legacies Live On
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