Wanted Chosen Planned nominated for a Yeggie
Why do I write this blog? There are a lot of reasons: My son Zachary gave me the greatest gift of LOVE and compassion which I hope to share with others. Wanted, Chosen, Planned is my labor of LOVE to make a difference in the world. I LOVE writing and am glad that my gifts can be used in a meaningful way. I guess it all comes down to LOVE… These reasons are worth it in themselves but make it all the more special when I learn that my blog is nominated for a Yeggie – and has been shortlisted! A Yeggie is a new media award in Edmonton for bloggers, social network addicts and twitter personalities that are doing good things with their screen time. Wanted, Chosen, Planned has been shortlisted in the “Family and Parenting” category. I find this a huge honor...
Read MorePraise for Wanted Chosen Planned
Hello lovely readers! I just updated Wanted Chosen Planned with a Praise! page. If you are willing+able and have enjoyed this blog, please get in touch. I welcome feedback either in the comments below this post or by email at info@alexismariechute.com. Thank you in advance! And… with all my heart, thanks for reading!
Read MoreWanted Chosen Planned Updates
Coming back from vacation is always a time of productivity for me. I get rejuvenated and inspired with new ideas. Now, back at my desk, I have added a few new features to Wanted, Chosen, Planned. Resources This is a brand new page and I would love your help in filling in the blanks. I believe people are stronger together and so if you have a blog, a service or a resource for bereaved parents please email me (info@alexismariechute.com). Portraits of Healing For a limited time I am offering free portraits as a part of my artwork called The Quiet Rebuild, creating Portraits of Healing for exhibition and publication in a book. If you want to participate, please get in touch. I will be doing upcoming photo shoot dates across Canada and the United States. Public...
Read MoreAn Invitation to Share your Story
When Zachary died, I felt terribly alone and like a failure as a mother. Naively I believed that babies didn’t die anymore in technologically advanced places like Canada. No one in my circle of friends and family had talked about their own experience. Sex education didn’t teach me the stats nor did my parents or my doctor warn me when I got pregnant. I was not prepared for what happened to me, though you likely can never be fully prepared. Did others feel this way? Our culture doesn’t cope with death in a healthy manner. The mindset seems to be that once the funeral is over you must pick yourself up and move on. Speaking for myself, my journey of grief didn’t really begin until after the memorial. I needed so much in that first year in particular, needs that I am...
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