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My Brother’s Christmas-Themed Funeral

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Alan lived with a rare genetic disorder that made him unpredictable, child-like and full of wonder. When he died at age 43, his memorial service was unique as he was.

My Mom Wore a Sari So That I Could Run for Congress

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Memories of her valor, grace, and sense of self spurred me on during a campaign filled with racism and sexism.

Sewing - Modern Loss

The Sewing Blogs Were My Salvation

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After my baby died, I didn’t know what to do with my hands. But then I found the sewing blogs.

In the Face of Death, We Laughed

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As AIDS ravaged my friend's body, levity carried us through the end.

Grief Looks a Lot Like ‘Crazy’

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And other things the Netflix series 'Dead to Me' gets right about young widowhood. (No spoilers here.)

Grieving in a Broken Body

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I was badly injured in the accident that killed my mother. Never was I more at peace with her death than in those six months between the funeral and when I started walking again.

Five Short Years, Five Whole Years

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Since my daughter was born, time has somersaulted, raced, oozed — giving me new perspective on the few years I had with my own mother.

A Rabbi’s Reluctant Lesson in Grief

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I paid a painful price to become a better leader for my congregation.

Springing Into Grief

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How to appreciate those gerberas when someone you love may actually be pushing them up

My Hard, Lonely and Strangely Magical Trip through Young Widowhood

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Two years after my husband's death, good days have finally returned — and so have bad dreams.

What You Taught Us in 2019

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You all are so wise. Here are your 7 loss lessons from the year that was.

Ilana and Aaron are celebrating 9 years of friendship on Facebook!

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Thing is, Aaron is dead.

In Defense of Magic

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The winter holiday rituals have soothed our grieving souls. So has our son's belief in Santa.

The Stoic’s Guide to the Holidays

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An emotional clam wishes he could take his own advice for enduring the festivities with loss.

The Half Life of Love

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Our first real date was on Valentine’s Day 10 years ago. Many times in the five years since my partner died, I’ve flashed back to that day when we became, officially, more than just friends.

The Christmas Anthem I Needed To Hear

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I spent years avoiding the favorite song a friend lost to suicide. But last December, I listened anew.

My Sudden-Onset Only Child Syndrome

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I always defined myself as an older sister to a younger brother. But after his sudden death in our 40s, I'm struggling to identify as an only child.

Meet Patricia, Aunt Esther’s Amazon Alter Ego

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It was only after my aunt's death that I really got to know her -- through hundreds of Amazon.com product reviews.

My Two Dads

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When a motorcycle accident turned my father into a man we — and he — no longer recognized, I contemplated helping him die.

Dude, Where’s My Grief?

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One guy’s journey through the murky territory of loss, and the map it has left behind.

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