Blogging Story: Mrs. Tiye

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This blogging story comes to us from Mrs. Tiye of The Broken Brown Egg Blog. 

It is truly amazing how God works. If no one had ever experienced wavering sight, no one would have invented glasses. If food had never spoiled, we wouldn’t have refrigerators. If someone hadn’t lost a loved one to cancer, we wouldn’t have so many movements against it. For every sorrow, there is a purpose. In my despair, I’ve been blessed with the opportunity to bless others. That’s an omelet of which I’m proud to be an ingredient.

First comes love, then comes marriage, then what?

I started The Broken Brown Egg blog almost a year ago to pacify a need I felt in me being an infertile black woman. Sometimes a cliché can be more poignant than its given credit for. As I tried to come up with a name, I really did think of the phrase, “To make an omelet, you gotta break a few eggs”. That really is the truth. Had our dreams not been stalled, I would NEVER have known the gaping hollow of resources and information regarding African Americans and fertility.

I was lucky enough to be a part of an online community – Chocolate Brides – that talked openly about infertility and Assisted Reproductive Technology, but I couldn’t help but think about the women who weren’t that lucky. Where would they get their information? Who would begin taking away the taboo of it all?

So I started looking.
I searched rigorously. I sat up nights on end looking through blogrolls and YouTube channels.
And I came away with about five.
TOTAL.
FIVE other women who were saying the same thing: “WHERE ARE THE OTHERS?”

As hard as it has been to remain transparent and open and honest, it has been the most rewarding and empowering feeling I’ve experienced in a long time. The research and passion that I’ve put into it is so often rewarded just in finding a way for my own coping and empowerment. As the blog kept rolling, and the emails and private messages came through from women who needed the site, I wanted to do more. In March, we became a non-profit organization.

Some days, I’m extremely prayerful and write vigilantly about faith. Others, I’m angry, hurt, sad and confused. Most days, being a librarian; I’m just an information junkie. I’m also aware that my voice will change as its written from time to time. But know this, if nothing else: I am always be honest. I am always searching for information. I am always there for those who need a site like mine.

The Broken Brown Egg represents the brokenness of spirit that comes with infertility, the brokenness of information distributed to our community about infertility and reproduction…but it also represents the fact that without that brokenness, change can’t come.

You can’t have an omelet, a cake, bread, etc., without breaking at least ONE.

I’ve been broken….but I’m creating something BEAUTIFUL.
A bread that will nourish my people.