On Teaching.
I used to be a teacher. Way back, when I was “passing the time until I could have a baby”. As a young, enthusiastic post-grad, I got a fellowship to Smith […]
Words from Carol Founder
Introducing our Bilingual Peer Companion: Yahayra Luciano
waiting at the operating room door When they wheeled Yahayra out
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VERY exciting news!
Hello Empty Arms friends, supporters, and followers, We are so excited to announce that after almost 9 years of patiently (and sometimes painfully) organizing our meetings in generously loaned spaces,
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A reflection on a life.
Saturday afternoon, I had the heart-wrenching and soul-expanding experience of attending a memorial service for a girl in my son Liam’s class. I’ll call her B, and a year earlier,
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Meet Our Founder: Carol McMurrich!
Seeing Empty Arms grow and thrive nourishes my soul every day. When my baby Charlotte died in May of 2003, I was bereft and so alone. I sat in my
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Being alive, afterwards.
I wrote it in the year after Charlotte’s birth, when I found writing in the third person to be the easiest way to tell my story. I called myself Clare,
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Everything felt sacred.
The night was warm and dark as we pulled out from downtown Northampton, heading up the highway. It was just past 2 in the morning, less than 30 minutes since
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Looking Back
by Carol McMurrich In 2013, I wrote three blog posts on the 10 year anniversary of Charlotte’s birth, at three different times of day. They document my searing memory of
Questions to ponder…
This is a repost of a blog musing from 2008… something I think could rouse thoughts and opinions for anyone in this community. How it is possible to be up
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Thoughts from San Antonio…
by Carol McMurrich “May I offer my care and presence unconditionally, knowing it may be met with gratitude, indifference, anger or anguish. May I see my own limits with compassion,
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