Weekly Newsletter

Good Morning Trench Sisters!

November has begun which means holiday season is right around the corner. We spent the weekend starting to put our newly remodeled house back together with the hopes it is ready for our Turkey Day Feast. Have you begun making plans yet or starting your grocery list? 


Last week concluded our Remembering You series in honor of Pregnancy & Infant Loss Awareness Month. These grieving mommas gave us heart wrenching stories about their love and their loss. You can read last week's stories below or read the entire series on our website. 

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This week begins our second annual Surviving the Holidays series. Both November and December will include stories, articles, conversations about we fight in our trenches while navigating the holiday season. We are going to begin the series with stories from SFTT Editor in Chief, Amelia, who shares the tragedy of losing their home to a house fire right before the holidays began. I have a story for you as well about my favorite holiday, grief and changing traditions. 


Our 2017 Surviving the Holiday has begun and we are still in need for four more stories. Share how you move through the holiday season while carrying a broken heart, finalizing your divorce, fighting illness or dealing with difficult family members. Begin your story submission here

Join the SFTT Team! We have several volunteer positions open for those who are passionate about women and story telling. You can live anywhere while working with a fun team. If you or someone you know would be a good fit, please email me!

Help us continue Woman Crush Wednesday with the women you are currently crushing on. Leave on our social media or email me with your suggestions. 

Jen G.

Founder, Stories from the Trenches

Jen's Journal

We decided it was time to sell our babies' crib and sisters I'm pretty emotional about it. Probably more than I should be over a piece of furniture. I remember when we chose it in 2005 with my belly growing from our first child. I remember the first time we laid her down in it and swaddled her tight. I remember how my second daughter only wanted the lights off and to curl up in the crib with her people. Then I remember the first and last times Eli slept in there....Yes sisters it's been an emotional weekend as I let go of a piece of furniture that holds so many memories. 



My whole life, I have wanted to be a mother. Never for even a moment have I wavered from the conviction that I was meant to be a mother. I did, however, want to be sure that I was in a good place in life to welcome a child. Thus, I waited until I had met the perfect man, developed our relationship, and built a strong career as a nurse before deciding to start a family. 








The last day you were alive was my 32nd birthday. I felt you, I felt your knees and elbows inside my body as you moved and stretched. Instinctively, I rubbed my belly just as I had with your older sister, to soothe you and let you know I loved you. I was blissfully unaware that something was wrong. READ MORE