I’m Jane Johnson, and I’m so glad you stopped by. This little writing haven began very quietly in the summer of 2013. There was no pomp and circumstance with its launch. No special design. No custom fonts. My first post was written eight months after my best friend died from stage four colon cancer, and just over seven years into our wait for a family (I never liked the word infertility - I preferred to call it delayed fertility.) I needed a public writing outlet. A purpose to the pain. An understanding that someone out there would read my words and they would resonate, to know that I wasn’t alone in my grief.

A year later, we left Central Oregon behind, checking five suitcases onto a one-way flight to Maui. I needed to breathe, and heal, and pack up the heavy winter clothes and the proverbial grief-heaviness (and my sweet husband indulged me). Two years after that, we found out about our tiny miracle babe on the ten-year anniversary of the month we began trying for him. These writings are excerpts from my prayer journals.