Today marks three months since we ended our pregnancy. That means I’ve been without her for just as long as she was growing inside me. I doubt anyone besides my husband is aware of this significance. And truthfully, I’m not even sure he’s aware of the date. It’s been awhile since we’ve talked about it, even though it looms over us every day. To everyone who said I will think about this baby every day… you were right. That has been my one constant in these past three months.

Like all great love stories, ours began with a terrible cliche: you really do find love when you’re least expecting it. It was a late December day in Los Angeles (which meant I was forced to wear tights with my dress) and I was helping a friend get ready for her holiday party. I already had the thought that if I helped her get ready for the party, I wouldn’t have to go to said party. And that was the plan until another friend asked if I could play wing-woman for her that nigh

Let me start off my saying that I never intended my blog to be a political one. Like many, my political side usually comes to life around the Presidential primaries, and slowly diminishes after election day. But, this hasn’t been a normal time, nor is our President a normal president. Many people see this as a good thing— his take charge attitude is what got him into office and have his supporters celebrating his “accomplished” first week. I am not one of those people. Each E