The mentor said, "I do not care for your stillbirth stories." First of all, lady, he wasn't born dead. He lived. He lived. The sci-fi writer said, "You'll find a market for your tears." First of all, dude, your heart may be stone, but mine is not. I do not write to appease you, my readers, or market myself. I write because my baby boy left me, before his proper time. I write because nine months, on the inside, is enough to know. Even if sixty-two minutes, on machines, on the outside, is not. Keywords: stillbirth stories, he lived, market-stone, appease you, left me, inside-outside
6 replies on “Stillbirth Stories”
Thank you, for your words of piercing love for a baby boy who left you, for sharing a love you so intimately know.
Thanks for reading and responding, Kathy. Your support means the world.
Oh Courtney. Thank you for sharing this. Powerful piece about why we writers write. I had a strong reaction to the first line.
Thank you for reading and responding, Liz. Fellow writer and mother, I am so grateful for your feedback and support.
Thank you for reading, Andy!