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 already problematic ...

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 to revisit, reflect u...

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; the only kind of lo...

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

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, I was told by a doc...

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. This family has been o...

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

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 Andalusia, Alabama and ...

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, smile, pretend all ...

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 that they are not a...

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 through. Growing up in...

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

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 a loved one. The ki...