Serendipitous timing, Renee. PSILY has just published a poem of mine today about the moment we found out my one and only pregnancy wasn’t going to make it. The poem took me a long time to start, and even longer to finish. I wasn’t ready to speak of it for years (many of my closer friends still don’t know) – but songwriting and poetry has been a way into it. I saw a play reading last week written from the playwright’s personal experience of stillbirth, and at the end they asked if any women who had suffered a loss wanted to step forward and release a white balloon. I found myself walking on stage, before I could think too much about it. I also noticed the few other women who took a balloon were much older, and I wondered if this was a grief they had held so long, being unable to share it. 🥀❤️