by Mackenzie | Sep 30, 2022 | Families, crisis pregnancy, Kids, pregnancy, womens health
Look in the mirror, don’t avoid it. Don’t put a filter on it. Just look into the mirror at the masterpiece that you are. You might not believe it now, but those flaws that you see that your scrunching your nose at are a beautiful reflection of the person...
by PHC | Aug 19, 2022 | choice, crisis pregnancy, Families, womens health
What if I told you there was more to this life than the day-to-day disappointments The unknowns the constant set-backs the helpless frustrations that overwhelm What if there was more than just “making it” and getting by But actually a life hopeful to...
by Mackenzie | Aug 3, 2022 | Blog, abortion, baby, baby boutique, birth, crisis pregnancy, Families, Kids, pregnancy, spring, Summer, unplanned pregnancy, womens health
I hate to admit it out loud, or even on a computer screen, but the summer is dwindling. It’s coming to a halting end as school supplies flood store shelves and pictures of “first days” begin to overtake my social media streams. How can this be? It...
by Mackenzie | Jul 25, 2022 | pregnancy, choice, crisis pregnancy, Families, Kids, Summer, unplanned pregnancy, womens health
Take a minute. Take a breath. Sit one second and visualize how far your life has come to get to this day. Where do your memories and your moments take you? What roads do the choices you’ve made lead you down? Are the roads paved and gentle to your travels?...
by Mackenzie | Jun 10, 2022 | Blog, baby, birth, choice, crisis pregnancy, pregnancy, unplanned pregnancy, womens health
It’s been a while since I’ve sat down to write some of these blogs to my friends (hopefully) reading these words on the other side of a screen. I must admit how awkward I feel and nearly unequipped at this task. It was not so long ago I felt most at home...
by Mackenzie | Aug 26, 2021 | Blog, baby, baby boutique, birth, choice, crisis pregnancy, pregnancy, unplanned pregnancy, womens health
The birds wake the world with sweet songs and the insects seem to sing in rhythm to the chorus of the trees waving in the breeze. I wonder often how they seem to flawlessly make such beautiful noise together when they all seem vastly different. The bugs and the birds...
