Amanda Woo

It was a seemingly ordinary day when I stopped by a Greek restaurant to grab some food. As I waited for my order, the young woman behind the counter complimented my earrings. I thanked her and explained they were my son’s birthstone. “What month is that?” she asked. “July,” I replied. “Oh, so his birthday already passed?” she said, smiling as she prepared my order. “Yes,” I said, “it did.” Then came the question that often stops conversations in their tracks: “How old is your son?” I...

Grief has a way of showing up uninvited and unpacking itself in the spaces you thought were safe. It seeps into the corners of your home, into memories that once held warmth, and transforms them into something heavy. But if grief has taught me anything, it’s that even in its weight, it can carve out space for profound appreciation—a deeper love for the moments we often overlook until they’re gone. When your home becomes both your sanctuary and your battleground—where sorrow has curled up on...

To the Mamas Who Receive a Wild: You Are Not Alone I recognize the profound weight that comes with each Wild that is purchased or donated for a mom who has lost a baby. These creations are more than handmade pieces—they are a reflection of love, loss, and connection. And I do not take lightly what they represent. Each time a Wild is donated, I am painfully aware that it means a heartbeat was lost. A last breath was taken. There are no perfect words to finish that sentence because it holds the...