Words of hope

I’m over at My Postpartum Voice today. Here’s a sneak-peek of what I’m talking about

Words have always brought me a great deal of comfort. Hope.

What I love about books, especially my favorites, is that each time I read them, I am struck by the power of some new phrase. Some new something in the novel speaks to me as if I were reading it for the first time. I’m finishing up my non-fiction unit with my freshmen. We’ve just read Night by Elie Wiesel.

Wiesel is a Holocaust survivor and his story, sparse in the telling, is powerful. Moving. Emotional.

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I’ve probably read this novel 15 times, but never through the lens of postpartum depression.

Until this time.

To read the rest of this piece, head to My Postpartum Voice.