Steadfast Sanity

Where broken becomes beautiful

infertility

  • under Construction The museum opens at dawn, though you won’t arrive until much later. I am here in the quiet blue light, walking through galleries I have curated for years now, my footsteps finding the same worn paths they always find. You’ve been here before. I remember you, the way you paused at the silver… Read more

  • What is a Mother Without Children? The museum opens at dawn, though you won’t arrive until much later. I am here in the quiet blue light, walking through galleries I have spent decades curating. My footsteps echo differently in each room, and I know them all by heart—the hollow ring in the Hall of Might-Have-Beens,… Read more