My name is Tammy Nutt. I’m a writer, a mother, and someone who understands that joy and grief can coexist, held within the same hands.Because of Blake, my first collection is a deeply personal gathering of poems. It’s written in memory of my son, Blake, who passed away at only five weeks old.Writing became my lifeline, a way to navigate the profound silence after he was gone.At first, the poems were secret, captured in the quiet, early mornings when his absence felt most acute. Yet, they evolved into something I knew I had to share, not just for Blake, but for every parent who holds achild in their heart rather than their arms.This book is my message: you are not alone.Based in Northern Ireland, I share my life with my two wonderful children here on earth, and I carry Blake with me always. I write from aplace where love, loss, and hope intertwine, firmly believing that evenin our deepest sorrow, we can still discover beauty.

My name is Tammy Nutt. I’m a writer, a mother, and someone who understands that joy and grief can coexist, held within the same hands.Because of Blake, my first collection is a deeply personal gathering of poems. It’s written in memory of my son, Blake, who passed away at only five weeks old.Writing became my lifeline, a way to navigate the profound silence after he was gone.At first, the poems were secret, captured in the quiet, early mornings when his absence felt most acute. Yet, they evolved into something I knew I had to share, not just for Blake, but for every parent who holds achild in their heart rather than their arms.This book is my message: you are not alone.Based in Northern Ireland, I share my life with my two wonderful children here on earth, and I carry Blake with me always. I write from aplace where love, loss, and hope intertwine, firmly believing that evenin our deepest sorrow, we can still discover beauty.