Giveaway Winners

April 14, 2013 at 8:21 pm

Congratulations to this week’s giveaway winners:




I’m so excited to share The Memory Catcher with you! Look for an email from me asking your addresses so I can ship these books off!

Becoming Whole Again

April 12, 2013 at 6:45 pm

As some of you are aware, I started taking medication for my anxiety/depression last August. I’m excited to report that I have now successfully cut my drug dose down to 1/4 of my prescribed amount. So I’m down to 12.5 milligrams a day instead of the 50 milligrams I was taking. This process was very, very gradual over the past month or so. There are a variety of reasons why I’m doing this:

  1. I feel ready, and I feel divine encouragement about it.
  2. God has promised me I will be able to be happy without medication.
  3. My body chemistry is getting out of whack, and I think the drugs are contributing to that.
  4. I believe I’m being prepared to open myself to more children, and I would like to clear the drugs out of my system first.
  5. I’m gaining more weight than I’m comfortable with. I believe this is related to the medication since my siblings have experiences similar side-effects while taking SSRIs.

When I tell friends and family about my weaning down, their first question is usually, “Is your doctor OK with that?” I’m sure they’re just wanting to be sure I’m not jumping into this too soon. Nobody wants to see me sick again, of course. So although a part of me wishes they would just say, “That’s great,” without any hint of doubt, I completely understand their concern.

My doctor told me back in October that I could start weaning down whenever I wanted to. He felt all along that my situation was temporary and the pharmaceutical assistance would not be a life-long need. However, I told him I wanted to wait until the spring before I tried to cut back. I wanted to get our house sold, get us moved and settled, and do some more healing before trying to “walk on my own” again.

Book Giveaway: The Memory Catcher

April 9, 2013 at 8:47 pm

This giveaway is now closed. Stay tuned!

I just finished reading Sarah Hinze’s remarkable memoir The Memory Catcher. I want to give copies of this book to everyone I know. Seriously. Not only has Sarah’s life story been full of miracles and powerful events, but her message and mission are near and dear to my heart, as many of you already know.

Dr. Elizabeth Kubler-Ross was a pioneer researcher in dear-death studies, hospice care, and the grief and dying process and a Nobel Peace Prize nominee. Sarah became friends with Elizabeth toward the end of Elizabeth’s beautiful life. Of Sarah’s work, Elizabeth said:

For years I have taught that we come from the same Source at birth and we return to the Source at death. The Source is God, who has many names. Earth experience is for our growth and spiritual development. When we have learned and taught what we came to earth for, we graduate–death is graduation.

We have learned much about life after death. Sarah Hinze leads us into the next great area of research–the study of where we come from.

I have three extra copies of The Memory Catcher here in my home, and I have a feeling they’re meant to go to some of you. If you’d like a copy, please enter this giveaway in one or more of the following ways:

Known and Loved

April 9, 2013 at 5:53 am

My father has been a mental health professional for the vast majority of my life. For a considerable amount of time, he worked as a counselor to survivors of childhood sexual abuse. Many of my immediate family members are, in fact, survivors. During my growing years, my dad spoke often of the great spiritual gifts and experiences of his clients. I have come to believe that survivors of sexual abuse are among the most noble spirits on this earth.

My dad once told me of a client who had several guardian angels who came to her often during the years she was sexually abused. On several occasions, while she was being assaulted, her guardian angels had to be restrained from intervening. One, in particular, wept in agony as he tried to break free from his angel companions to stop the abuse.

Almost a year ago, I was reminded of this story during a spiritual morning jog. I had been feeling myself slip into depression and despair for awhile and feeling sorry for myself. I wrote a bit about this experience here. After the memory of my dad’s story had been brought to my remembrance, my mind was flooded with flashes of images, realizations, and epiphanies. On April 19, 2012, I wrote about some impressions and revelations I received during that powerful morning alone-time:

they remember

March 30, 2013 at 7:08 am

So I’ve been working on a new project this past week in partnership with my new-found friend, Sarah Hinze. First, here’s a 50-second YouTube video I made to introduce it…

they remember is a site dedicated to the stories of unborn spirits–those who have already come, those who will come, and especially those whose first visits into their mothers’ wombs were cut short.

I Knew Her

March 28, 2013 at 3:39 pm

After my grandma’s funeral, each of her great-grandchildren took a flower from the arrangement on her casket. My children took their time selecting just the right one. And then my oldest daughter did something that touched my heart so deeply. She took a flower and laid it gently on my aunt Paula Kay’s gravestone.

My oldest daughter’s middle name is also Kay.

Paula died in a tragic accident just a few days before her second birthday. My father was a two-month-old infant at the time. I wouldn’t be born for another thirty-five years, but for as long as I can remember I have loved Paula Kay.

AZ Holistic Living Conference

March 25, 2013 at 7:57 pm

Several weeks ago I entered a contest to win three free tickets to the AZ Holistic Living Conference by writing about a profound holistic healing experience. I had a feeling I was going to win. Not sure why, but I just knew I needed to be at the conference and assumed those free tickets were going to get me there. And they did… along with some other friends who also felt like they needed to be there. The theme for the conference was “What’s in my bag?” It was, for me, an extremely powerful and wonderful day. Thank you, organizers and volunteers and presenters, for giving me that great gift.

I thought I’d share some of the things I learned.

1) Keynote Speaker: K.C. Miller

I think the part of K.C.’s presentation that made the deepest impact on me was when she taught the concept of being a “seer.” She talked about how suicide takes more lives than war, and so many people walk around feeling like they’re unimportant and invisible to the rest of the world. She had us find a partner, face each other, and do an exercise. We were supposed to “see” each other and then finish saying, “__(Name)__, I see you.”

Rescue Mission

March 21, 2013 at 5:15 pm

Last week I wrote:

I have gone back and forth in my head about whether to share that dream publicly. I’m still not certain. But I think I was given that dream because it contains a message not just for me but for all women. And I feel it is my responsibility to share that message. Reading Sarah Hinze’s book today, I felt over and over… it’s time to tell the world what you saw. Hopefully I’ll muster the courage soon.

So I got a big kick in the pants today. Get over to your computer and write about your dream. I haven’t felt ready yet, and I’m still nervous about it. I’m nervous, in part, because I suspect that what I’m about to share will not rest well with some people. I suppose I’m willing to accept that risk.

In January of 2012, I had a dream. Occasionally God speaks to me in dreams. I feel that this was one of those divine messages. Here’s what I saw…

I was walking with someone. I don’t know who it was. The road we were walking down looked like a ghost town. Dark, abandoned buildings. Dirty. Trash everywhere. But we were the only people walking down a deserted road. Eventually, we went over to the gutter on the side of the road, and I picked something up. At first I thought it was just a piece of garbage. But then, as I looked closer, it seemed to transform in my hand. It was a baby!  A tiny baby… only an inch or two or three. It fit in the palm of my hand, and it was alive.


March 15, 2013 at 6:44 pm

Late last night I felt my grandma arrive quite suddenly in my bedroom in a moment of need.

I hadn’t asked for her. I didn’t know I needed her. But suddenly I felt her familiar warm and wonderful energy surround me. It surprised me and sent tears down my cheeks.

And then I wanted her physical presence, her warm body, her peaceful home, her hands and arms… so desperately. I spent the next while a mess of tears. I lay with my head on my husband’s lap, sobbing, while he stroked my hair. It brings these words from The Courage to Grieve  to mind: “Tolerating another’s tears is a very meaningful gift.”

I think Grandma lingered until she felt I was at peace again. Friends have told me that sometimes the grief will hit you suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere. I get it.

It’s not that I wish she wasn’t dead. I’m glad she’s no longer in pain. I’m glad she’s with her parents, her brothers, her daughter, her friends, my brother. I’m glad she’s able to “be” with me anytime now. I suppose my grief is more a longing for the peace of the past… for the comforts of those years I spent in her care when the fears and worries in my heart didn’t feel so big. And I wish we could talk. I wish I could literally hear her.

But I’m so grateful she came. I didn’t even know I needed her last night, but she knew and she came.

I love you, Grandma.

Coming From the Light

March 13, 2013 at 9:45 pm

“Your babies do not want another mother.” -from a 5-year-old’s near-death experience

Over the past couple of days I’ve been reading a book by AZ author, Sarah Hinze. She has many books, but this is the only one I was able to get from the library. It’s called Coming From the Light: Spiritual Accounts of Life Before Life

I became aware of Sarah several years ago (while we were in the process of writing our book) when I stumbled upon her website. We were hoping to include more about pre-birth encounters in our book, but we were lucky to include just a few stories. I am hopeful that I will have the privilege of meeting Sarah sometime soon. (She will be speaking at the AZ Holistic Living Conference this month.)

As I have been reading her book, I have been flooded with so much warmth and light. The stories of not-yet-born children making appearances in visions and dreams have so touched my heart. As you may know, I have experienced several of these pre-birth encounters with my own children. The most profound of those experiences were with my fourth child. I recounted them in my birth account two years ago. I’ll share an excerpt here:


March 9, 2013 at 5:16 am

I wrote this poem for my husband for Valentine’s Day. Don’t worry… nothing sugary or uncomfortable. I wanted to do something special for him for staying steady by my side all through this pass year of upheaval and darkness. It is largely because of him that I’m still here. He was my doula through the darkness. And a pretty good-looking one at that. :-)

P.S. He really does have a bizarre dent in the back of his head. That will make more sense after you read the poem. :-)

Seeking bloggers

February 27, 2013 at 7:49 pm

Last year we had a wonderful Virtual Book Tour where bloggers either interviewed one of us, hosted a guest post, or did a review of The Gift of Giving Life.  It was so much fun!  We are excited to do it again this year between Mother’s Day and Father’s Day, and we are looking for bloggers who want to participate this year.

If you are interested please e-mail Sheridan at sheridan At enjoybirth DOT com with the following information, or leave it in the comments below.  OR if you have a connection to a blogger who may be interested, please put let me know who they are and your connection.

  1. What is your blog called? Please share a link.
  2. Give a one-sentence description of your blog/website.
  3. How many visits does your blog get in a typical month?
  4. Do you have a facebook page for your blog? If so, how many “likes” do you have?
  5. Do you already have The Gift of Giving Life and have you read it?
  6. Why do you want to be included in our book tour?



February 22, 2013 at 12:05 am

phytophilous   adj.  : fond of plants

The other day I was in a garden center nursery, looking for a few more plants for my front yard. While I was admiring a table of succulents, debating which one to choose, a woman walked by the other side of the table and said, loudly, “Those are ugly! I don’t want one of those in front of my house!”

She wasn’t speaking to me, she was speaking to the man accompanying her, but it felt like someone had just shoved a knife into my heart. It literally hurt. Maybe I’m a weirdo, but I swear I felt the pain of those plants in being criticized that way. I’ll admit, there are definitely some plants that look a little strange, so I can understand why people wouldn’t choose them, but it still hurt to hear such harsh words being so casually projected at one of God’s creations. There are lots of people walking around who might be considered “ugly” by some individuals (don’t all of us look unattractive at times?), but thank goodness it’s rare for them to be loudly told, “You are ugly!

Four centimeters

May 15, 2012 at 12:25 am

For months I had been writing things like this in my journal…

“Right now I just feel so drained. I feel like I give and give and give until there’s nothing left.”

“I am exhausted. I want to sleep for two weeks. I so need a break.”

“I am so run down, so overwhelmed, so out of reserves. But what can I do except just keep swimming?”

“I need a break. Big time. So much.”

Little red flags were waving in front of my face for quite some time. And then Mama Birth posted this:

I think that selflessness and sacrifice are beautiful things- and I think they can purify us and teach us. But I also know now that a woman needs balance. . . . Babies need a mother who takes care of herself and the other people she loves and who herself is nurtured in her relationships.

And it was another little red flag, another messenger saying, “Girl, you need help. You need a break. If you don’t take care of you, you won’t be able to take care of anyone else.” (Thank you, Sarah). But, unfortunately, those little red flags just kept on waving, and I just kept on running myself into the ground. I could feel myself sliding into depression, and it scared me. I have been in that dark place before, and I did not want to visit it again. Looking back, I can say that the damage was already done. A body chronically depleted of sleep and sapped of vital nutrients through chronic stress is going to have a very difficult time functioning, let alone functioning cheerfully.

Mothering my children, healing myself

July 28, 2010 at 8:08 pm

The way I mother my children is unusual in mainstream American culture (but common among my readers).  I share my bed with my babies, I could never endure “cry-it-out” (even for a few minutes), I breastfeed on-demand for an extended period of time, I practice “nighttime parenting” by soothing or nursing my babies and toddlers back to sleep every time they awaken, I hold and carry my wee ones as much as possible (often in slings/wraps), I respond as quickly as possible to their cries of distress, and I rarely leave them with anyone besides my husband.  Some might say I take Attachment Parenting to an extreme.  There are probably those who would even say I take it to an unhealthy extreme.  I certainly haven’t had a decent night of sleep for, well… years, and date nights with my husband are very rare.  Some might assume I am driven to these extremes because I believe other parenting styles to be unethical (or evil), because I’m trying to be better than everyone else, or because I’m pursuing an unrealistic vision of “perfect” motherhood.  But they would be wrong.  Understandably…. because they don’t know my history (or my gene pool).

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