My gratitude. I do hope they will. I appreciate you reading and commenting. The collection of essays will be published next month in case you are interested.
I look forward to reading Motherhood when it comes out. I am with you on self promotion.. pimping my book I call it. I hate it. That said, I would love it if you would read my memoir - A Tree with My Name on It: Finding a Way Home. You can read all about it, including sample chapters and see links to where to buy it on my website - victresshitchcock.com. When I looked you up I saw a number of pictures of you with horses. One of the main themes of my book is how I found ways to heal by facing and embracing my fear through my relationship with my horse Rain. It was life changing for real...
I will absolutely look at your book! Horses are immensely healing. They are central to my book, and they are central to my life--and to my daughter's life. SO glad we have connected!
Thank you, Jacqueline for this piece - so raw and vulnerable, vivid.. heartbreaking. I was right there with you having had a miscarriage of an unexpected pregnancy at 43. I had just begun to embrace the idea of a new being. It brought me to my knees when they decided to leave.
Thank you, Victress. Yes, miscarriage is so very difficult, and yet I quickly learned how many women go through this. That said, I teach literature as well as creative writing and I am teaching Dickinson at present. Her brother and his wife did not name their first child for several months given the infant mortality rate in the 19th century... Bracing. Take care, and perhaps you will look for my book at Iron Oak Editions or let a friend know. I'm not big on self-promotion. And you take care, truly.
I, too, laid stunned at an ultrasound right at the second trimester. I'm sorry, she had said, your baby is gone. Instead of surgery, I was told the baby would "pass" within the next few days and if it didn't, to call back. It was Covid and the whole world was put of touch. I labored at home two days later, while parenting my two year old, after a full day of work.
You describe the inner processing so well. Thank you for helping us feel less alone. The grief morphs but never leaves. 🤍
Your writing is powerful. I’m certain your words will bring community and healing to many women who have struggled to conceive. Peace.
Angela,
My gratitude. I do hope they will. I appreciate you reading and commenting. The collection of essays will be published next month in case you are interested.
Be well,
Jacqueline
I look forward to reading Motherhood when it comes out. I am with you on self promotion.. pimping my book I call it. I hate it. That said, I would love it if you would read my memoir - A Tree with My Name on It: Finding a Way Home. You can read all about it, including sample chapters and see links to where to buy it on my website - victresshitchcock.com. When I looked you up I saw a number of pictures of you with horses. One of the main themes of my book is how I found ways to heal by facing and embracing my fear through my relationship with my horse Rain. It was life changing for real...
I will absolutely look at your book! Horses are immensely healing. They are central to my book, and they are central to my life--and to my daughter's life. SO glad we have connected!
Thank you, Jacqueline for this piece - so raw and vulnerable, vivid.. heartbreaking. I was right there with you having had a miscarriage of an unexpected pregnancy at 43. I had just begun to embrace the idea of a new being. It brought me to my knees when they decided to leave.
Thank you, Victress. Yes, miscarriage is so very difficult, and yet I quickly learned how many women go through this. That said, I teach literature as well as creative writing and I am teaching Dickinson at present. Her brother and his wife did not name their first child for several months given the infant mortality rate in the 19th century... Bracing. Take care, and perhaps you will look for my book at Iron Oak Editions or let a friend know. I'm not big on self-promotion. And you take care, truly.
I, too, laid stunned at an ultrasound right at the second trimester. I'm sorry, she had said, your baby is gone. Instead of surgery, I was told the baby would "pass" within the next few days and if it didn't, to call back. It was Covid and the whole world was put of touch. I labored at home two days later, while parenting my two year old, after a full day of work.
You describe the inner processing so well. Thank you for helping us feel less alone. The grief morphs but never leaves. 🤍