Hannah Fisher

When we talk about grief, we usually focus on the humans left behind. Partners. Parents. Siblings. Friends. What often goes unnoticed are the quiet witnesses. The ones who never ask questions, never offer explanations, and never tell us how to heal faster. Our pets grieve too. They experience our lives not through language, but through presence, energy, routine, and emotion. They feel the changes in our bodies before we say a word. They notice when the house sounds different, when laughter...

My husband, Brady, and I met and got married when we were just 19. It truly was a storybook ‘love at first sight’, everyone dreams of. From our very first date, I knew I wanted to marry him and start a family with him. Eight months later, we were married and immediately began trying for a baby. Almost three years passed—no baby, and honestly, no hope left that we would ever become parents. One night, I was telling Brady how awful I had been feeling and how worried I was that something was...

Image from Bodhi's memorial My relationship with God has been a struggle my entire life. It began with religious trauma—the church protecting people who should have been held accountable, not hidden. Then it shifted into my “wannabe emo teen” phase, dabbling in tarot cards and the idea of multiple gods. By the time I was 22 and pregnant with my son, I didn’t have much of an opinion at all. I was just exhausted by Christians constantly pushing their beliefs onto me. At 12 weeks pregnant, we...