Everyone has a story to tell, but some stories are never told. You see, the stories we know how to handle are those that end well. Whether told from the pages of a book or preached from a pulpit, we love the stories that offer answers and insight and resolution. But when the story you’re living is messy and shitty…

In the summer, Elis and I are going to be celebrating our ten year wedding anniversary. It comes up quite a lot in conversations at home as we have quite differing ideas on how we might mark such a momentous occasion. All my ideas tend to revolve around exotic holidays and, well, his ideas don’t. As we approach this milestone…

I don’t normally come to church on Mother’s day, for years my husband and I would plan weeks ahead to make sure we had something else planned, something nice, something to make the day a little less painful. You see, I didn’t feel as though my story belonged in church. After almost seven years of marriage and six miscarriages, it’s…

There’s something about grief that’s surprised me. It doesn’t go away. I’d always believed in that saying ‘time is a healer’ which, in turn influenced the support I offered grieving friends presuming that after a few months they’d moved on, the busyness of life filling the gaps left by their loss. But I’m here to tell you grief doesn’t leave….

One of the remarkable benefits of starting Saltwater and Honey has been the privilege to hear other people’s stories. We love how we have been able to connect with people who are experiencing similar feelings of grief, even if their circumstances differ greatly from ours. I’m so pleased to share with you one of the new voices we have been…

January seems to bring out quite a mix of emotions amongst people. There is the post Christmas low, the countdown to the next pay cheque (which seems to take forever) and the seemingly endless wait until the next holiday. But then the flip side is the year of possibility which lies ahead of you, the resolutions we set and the…

I used to measure my childlessness by Christmasses, each year hoping that the next Christmas would bring with it a pregnant belly or a screaming baby, but it didn’t. I would to try find comfort each year by telling myself that maybe next year, things would be different. Maybe next year we would be three instead of two. I’ve decided…

I love Thanksgiving. It probably has a lot to do with eating your own bodyweight in food but it is also such a hopeful and happy holiday. Even if you don’t get to celebrate it officially, it seems to have got into people’s minds. What are you giving thanks for? Over the last few weeks, I’ve been spending a lot…

Sometimes it’s not until you feel so incredibly liberated that you realise just how trapped you were. We were so trapped, in the cycle of miscarriages & disappointment. We were pretty much on loop. It’s so exhausting and all-encompassing. You wrestle with not making it your focus, you try your hardest to ‘just not think about it’ as you have…