Mother’s Day is an unknown day for me. Every year prior, I would reluctantly saunter into Hallmark. Buy a bijillion cards for all of our moms, m-aunts, step-moms, and sisters (we have a big family), and hope I don’t ugly cry in front of the cashier as I check out. Afterwards, I would unplug from

Infertility… a word I never dreamed would enter my life. My mother was one of eleven children; I have 30-something cousins. One of my very Catholic relatives begged permission from the church to use birth control when they couldn’t afford to have any more children after five of them were born. I only had to

I had a friend once who said that the challenges that couples face are like a six-hundred pound gorilla in the room; they’re big, they’re ugly, and you don’t look them directly in the eyes. Infertility was our six-hundred pound gorilla for a while. It was a beast. A monster. Our own journey began with