From rejecting perfectly good restaurant food to donating to worthy causes, I'm spending the first Father's Day after my dad's death trying to emulate his character.
My childhood minivan was layers of disgusting. It was also a place where I spent a ton of time with my mom when she was alive. This is the story of both of those things.
A Year of Grief, 15 Seconds at a Time by Ryan Langer After my dad's murder, Instagram served as both my grief counselor and a surprising professional outlet.
He’s Dead, But He’s No Saint by Robyn Woodman My husband cheated on me again and again — but people give him a pass because he died in a tragic Thanksgiving Day scuba accident.
Are You My Papi? by Mathew Rodriguez As a young man, I lost my father to AIDS-related illness. Now I search for echoes of him in the men I choose to love.
Wendy Davis’ Filibuster, My Life by Nicole Stewart I was happily married and more than 20-weeks pregnant with a baby I wanted more than anything. So why was I sitting in a Dallas abortion clinic?
Meet My ‘Dead Mom Friends’ by Andrea I. Stagg I’ve found kinship (but no judgment or pity) among my friends — and even acquaintances — who have also experienced a loss of a parent.
Giving Birth at the Age Mom Died by Anna Whiston-Donaldson I had my children young, keeping in mind that my own mother died 46. Now I’m 46, missing my mother, grieving my 12-year-old son, and also happily, unexpectedly pregnant.