Articles by Emily Rapp Black

The Undeniable Magic of Being Truly Noticed

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I was shattered near the end of my young son's life. An extension of true compassion was an act of grace like no other.

My Grief is F*cking Funny

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Why I never pass up a chance to laugh my ass off. Especially when I'm grieving.

Coming to Terms

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The simple phrase suggests contracts and litigation. For me, it's a complex, daily practice in grieving my son's death from Tay-Sachs.

Luisa Street, One Year Later

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On a thoroughfare marked by personal tragedy, I find myself embracing possibility once again.

Grief Is Forever (and That’s OK)

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At a fancy spa, I found myself missing my son and learning to embrace my eternal sadness.

5 Things That Help Me Cope

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Facing a lifetime of missing my child, here's what gets me through — and lifts me up.