Written by Marlo SchaleskyIt had been a hard day. Despite yet another trip to the infertility clinic, I wasn’t pregnant. Still. So, as the sun slipped behind the horizon, all I wanted to do was forget – forget about cradles and bibs, diapers and rattles, everything that had to do with the baby I couldn’t seem to have. But life conspired against me.
Written by Brad NelsonAs we entered the one-room country church, my dad reached to steady my mom. The explosion of colour, the thick scent of lilies and the face of my grandfather in a bronze casket had knocked her off balance.