I’m a nurse-midwife with a PhD who refuses to let dead women stay quietly dead.

I’ve been catching babies and supporting women for over a decade. And when I lost a colleague, then a patient – two preventable deaths – I started taking names.

Prior to midwifery, I spent over a decade as a trauma surgery and ICU nurse – a ringside seat to more human suffering than probably one person should ever see. That experience taught me the difference between deaths you can’t prevent and deaths you absolutely can. The deaths of the women on this site? Most of them were preventable. And that’s what makes me furious.

Our house is filled with pictures of ancestors because forgetting people isn’t an option. That same energy now goes toward making sure women dying from pregnancy complications don’t vanish into medical records nobody reads.

Why This Work

I’ve been called to remember people my whole life. Now it’s these women. This is remembrance as resistance – making sure they get more than a line in a medical record.

If my delivery makes you squirm? Good. Dead women should make you uncomfortable. The fact that in 2025, women are dying from the same things that women were dying from in 1825? That should horrify you.

Nameless statistics won’t remember them. But we will.