For the fall semester of 2024 I wrote a research proposal for one of my classes. From there, I was invited to participate through a...

As I have been pressing on in my continuing education, learning about trauma, abuse and neglect, and mental illness/disorders, I’ve been...

We've all heard this phrase, "to add insult to injury"; many of us have even used it. A definition of this phrase is, "To exacerbate an...

I have had the idea to write a memoir for a few years now, but have put it off for a number of reasons. Primarily though, I would have...

As many of you already know, October is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Month. 1 in 4 women carry the burden of this kind of loss;...

I am super excited and thankful for all of you ladies who participated in my breastfeeding mini sessions August 25! It was a wonderful...

This part of the Voices of Hope series is written by Teissa McDill. I have been so honored to be a part of their journey. As a teenager,...

One of the greatest privileges I have had through my career has been the families that I have been made a part of through friendship. ...

Picture is screen captured from this Facebook post. Walking In Hope is not affiliated with any of the individuals in this image or who...

Placenta encapsulation

The following is the personal story of Dawn and David Hill's journey . Just a brief bit about these two amazing people: Dawn is from...

Everyone has a story. We all carry hurts, baggage, dark places. We spend so much effort hiding these parts of our lives; put on a mask,...

Bereavement photography and why families have them.

Far too often, men feel isolated when their partner exclusively breastfeeds their new child. Men may feel like they are not important or...

The day we found out our little Hope had died, my girlfriend went right to work setting up a meal ministry for our friends to help us...

*Written from a mother who has breastfed, pumped and bottle fed, and formula fed. Recently, my youngest and I participated in a...

As I walked along the pier stretched out over the ocean, I read the names on the empty benches. Each bench was in honor or in memory of...