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The last drop from my breast

Today marks the end of World Breastfeeding Week 2016. In 2014, when my son was 2 and-a-half, we participated in a special photo shoot to honor World Breastfeeding Week. I remember that afternoon so well, I remember the joy in celebrating the natural and healthy bond between mother and child. I treasure the photos taken. It seems like yesterday. But time dances by, and two years have since passed. In the interim, I’ve written quite a lot on breastfeeding. I’ve examined…

  • August 7, 2016
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

My father on hospice

  This is my dad with his friend Daisy. My father is on hospice, hundreds of miles away. I visited him months ago and am planning another trip soon. He didn’t want to move to Florida where we live. I understand. His roots, his home, his family — are all in Utah. I get it. Yet, I miss him. I miss spending time with him. We talk on the phone. Sometimes I can’t understand his words, yet through the mumbled…

  • November 12, 2015
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

Reflections on Jupiter and a Day Unplugged

“Taber, I love you like the sky.” “And the moon Mama.” “Yes, I love you like the sky, and the sun, and the moon.” “And Jupiter.” ***  There’s magic in conversing with my three-year-old son. I delight in watching him play. I am fascinated with the questions he poses and his shared observations about the world. Upon learning something new, he’ll often exclaim,”That’s Amazing! I did not know that!” His declarations of love for life, nature, and family fill me…

  • March 1, 2015
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

Five Mindfulness Blessings for 2015

1. May you love. As we begin 2015, may you make an ever-increasingly courageous dedication to embody the force of love. There is no healing power greater than this force on earth. It takes only a cursory read of headline news to see how the absence of love creates profound suffering. May you work to cultivate connection, compassion, and empathy. In the process not only do you transform, but so does the world. If you enjoy reflecting on the intersection of…

  • December 31, 2014
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

The Growing Appeal of Hospice Care

Hospice professionals can completely change how people die, as well as how their loved ones go on living. Joan “No one wants to go in her room,” an outspoken middle-aged man says. “Aunt Joan looks awful.” As the hospital chaplain on call, I’ve been paged to offer support to the family clustered in the brightly lit hallway. Within a few minutes, I learn that they gathered after hearing of their elderly aunt’s death after struggling with a terminal illness. The…

  • December 3, 2014
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

Cancer at Christmas: Reflections on Gratitude and Hope

It’s a quiet day in the hospital. My footsteps echo down the cold, clean corridor. I pass the gift shop and notice red and green tinsel decorations signifying the season of celebration and light. As a chaplain, I witness people grieve, love, heal, and die. How to wrestle with the reality of the body’s fragility – of the body’s inevitable date with death – at a time when so much of the world celebrates a joyful birth? The juxtaposition between…

  • December 3, 2014
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

Tomorrow You Turn Two

Tomorrow you turn two. You are my little one, my constant companion, my sweet guy. Soon you will have journeyed twice around our glorious sun. Today, I watch you move, jump, and dance. We practice singing “Happy Birthday” in the mirror. I make up words and blow on your belly. Delight fills my soul as you laugh. Two years ago at this very time, my labor was picking up. I moaned with each contraction. I swayed and cried. I did…

  • December 3, 2014
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

Tiny Outfits of Wonder

I now understand why my friend Betsy cried. She helped me fold my newborn son’s clothes and tears of missing rolled down her kind face. Together we marveled at tiny infant onesies, little blue shirts reading “Mama’s Big Guy”, and soft, precious fibers clothing the body of innocence. Betsy’s children are now out of college. It had been many years since she folded the attire of a little one. There’s a powerful mother’s remembering of, and a certain sweet longing…

  • December 3, 2014
  • By Amy Wright Glenn