Weekly Newsletter

Good morning, Trench Sisters!

December is here and the holiday season has officially begun. How's your Christmas shopping coming along? Is your tree decorated yet? I'm pretty pleased with myself that not only is our home decorated with holiday cheer but also most of my Christmas shopping has been completed. Both rare occurrences for me. 


Last week, Darlene and her daughter, Jennifer, shared with us their stories about loss around the holiday season. You can still read, comment and encourage them here.

We decided for the month of December to bring back some of the most viewed and commenting stories from 2017. We are still accepting submissions for the end of the month and for 2018! 


Facebook Live will be on Sunday, December 17th at 8:00 pm central time. Join me on SFTT's Facebook page for our monthly chat and announcements on what is happening in 2018! 


Do you have a passion for women, story telling and have time to volunteer your talent?  SFTT could use more help in various positions as we grow and prepare for 2018.  If this sounds like you, submit your contact information on the Volunteer page!


Jen G.

Founder, Stories from the Trenches

Jen's Journal

I've been focused on the word obligation this week. What does it mean in my life? What and whom am I truly obligated to? Did I set the terms of obligation in my life and if I didn't, where did it come from? I'm still wrestling with these questions. What are your thoughts on obligation? Who or what do you feel obligated to? 


The Man Who Would Not Die on Christmas

I have worked as a hospice nurse for about ten years now. I have seen a lot of death in that time, including during the holidays. I have worked with many patients and families, but there are a few that stand out. I would like to share my story of one of those who stood out, and deserved my utmost admiration. 
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Angel Babies

The founder of Stories from the Trenches recently stated, “Grief sucks.” Such true words—grief does suck. For some, grief can follow them around for years, constantly reminding them of what is missing. For others, it can creep up unexpectedly, after years of repression. I fall into the latter category.
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