Faith over fear

A few days after her birth, our hero, Isabella, had to get under the blue lights to work on her bilirubin levels with doctors and nurses in NICU. 

 By Missy Enaje

I had to do a courageous thing today. 

What mother nature teaches us

Nature begs us to trust the process.

By Missy Enaje

I started growing a memorial garden on behalf of my daughter. My sweet friend Amy and her family bought the perfect, blue solar butterfly light to complement this journey. She even gave me a bag filled with wildflower seeds. I was so excited to tend to this project and see where it lead. 

Half of our hearts are in heaven - an Easter love letter for all Edward's mamas mothering their angel babies

 

I would choose you, my daughter, day after day. I would do it all over again!

By Missy Enaje

“Death is defeated, the King is alive”

Because of His stripes, we are redeemed. What does that mean for us, the brokenhearted believers?

What we make of our suffering

 

The following excerpt comes from a fellow creative and grief linguist, John Onwuchekwa.

"Tears of sorrow and tears of joy both canalled into the corners of my mouth, and I realized they both tasted the same. In an instant, grief and hope, joy and sorrow intersected. I learned that grief and hope aren’t parallel streets that we travel down based on life’s circumstances.

Let them write their own story

My first-born daughter, Isabella, was diagnosed with a rare genetic condition called Trisomy 18, also known as Edward's Syndrome. Allowing her to write her own story has been the greatest honor of my life.

 By Missy Enaje

Where do I begin? I am releasing a book I dedicated to my daughter, Isabella. I completed the book before she was born and wrote it in honor of her. I also discussed the rare genetic condition she had called Trisomy 18, which affects the development and viability of a child. While no cure currently exists, medical interventions have proven to extend the child's life at the risk of the child's quality of life. There is no middle ground: it's one hard decision vs. another hard decision. 

Soul Sessions: Being carried into the New Year

 

Goodbye 2024. 

The end of a year always comes packed with the idea that calls for transformation, renewal or something momentous. Well, it wasn't always like that, at least, during the times where I just really enjoyed partying in NYC. But as I get older, the latter seems to take precedence.

Poetry: The view from the fog

One morning on a walk with my dog Rocco, the fog was so dense around the neighborhood. It was startling yet mystic at the same time.

I realized that while the current view can be so unclear, unknown, unseen while we look at the view, once you get moving, once you start walking into the unknown, the fog dissipates. Things can be seen in front of you including a tree, the street and the sidewalk. But the fog doesn't allow you to see too far ahead of you, just enough for what's right in front of you. 

That's where I am. Taking one step closer into the unknown, into the fog.