When words are hard to find, you can always start by listening.
With a flap of wings I’ll be there for you, where the sky is deep and the gaze is lost in the immense.
When words are hard to find, you can always start by listening.
With a flap of wings I’ll be there for you, where the sky is deep and the gaze is lost in the immense.
That morning was not morning. And it wasn’t even afternoon. It was that wrong hour when a summer morning feels like a winter afternoon. The Little Man with the Top …
Francesco was born 31 weeks +1. It weighed about 900 grams.
A TIN mother gives us her rich testimony as a mother, a woman and a professional who lived the experience of the death of her premature baby, describing with so …
This is the letter from a student of ours, now a brilliant medical graduate. His words are very important and precious: for those who care, and for those who receive …
After a loss, especially after a perinatal loss, which is characterized by the painful dearth of memories, lives of bereaved parents are filled with a long series of “first time …
Dear Doctor X, you will most likely not remember me, I am Katia, Angelo’s mother. Angelo was born in his hospital on 26-03-2010. March 26, 25 weeks.
Autobiography of a love This is part of my story. What it all began with. Written in a whisper, closed in a drawer and then reread, at a distance, after …
Taken from “Aptonomia” Literary Anthology 2016
The story of Davide, in the words of his mother.
