I’m very proud of this one. It’s a piece of creative nonfiction on infertility, motherhood and loss. I wrote about this a lot when I was going through it (I even wrote a book on it!) but since I’ve come out the other side and achieved some sort of distance, I’ve been reluctant to return. I didn’t want to write my happy ending story because that wasn’t usually something that resonated with me when I was in the trenches. I wanted to try and capture the reality of how it felt (because that never leaves you) but also show hope in all its forms, how it drives the wave cycle of expectation and despair.