My Loss

Illustrated wide-format scene of a woman launching from a wooden platform on a rocky cliff, soaring over a lush green coastline and vivid blue ocean while wearing a teal jumpsuit, white helmet, and orange backpack.

No Easy Way Out: How to Quit Skydiving

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I spent decades chasing the freedom of freefall, and burying the friends who fell with me.

Rosie O'Donnell and Barbra Streisand smiling together at an event in November 1997, both in evening wear, standing close with arms around each other.

Rosie O’Donnell Cried on TV With Barbra Streisand in 1997. It Taught Me How to Grieve.

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Her vulnerability after my mom's suicide gave me permission to stop hiding mine.

Van Gogh's Chair (1888) shown three times side by side — an empty wooden chair with a pipe on its seat.

My Daughter, Justice, Died Nine Years Ago. My Anticipatory Grief Didn’t.

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Prom dresses. Basketball games. The unlived losses keep building.

A loosely knotted ball of thick white rope sits on the right side of a vivid hot pink background, with several frayed strands beginning to unravel. The large area of empty space on the left creates a minimalist composition, suggesting the slow process of untangling a complicated relationship.

I Never Made Peace with Mom Before She Died

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A priest, a medium, and years of therapy taught me grief doesn't need closure — just compassion.

Two masculine hands reach toward one another without touching, their fingertips separated by a small gap against a luminous sky that fades from cool blue to warm gold. The left hand softly dissolves into glowing particles, while the right hand remains solid and warmly lit, evoking connection, loss, and remembrance.

I Could Bring My Father Back as a Deadbot. I’d Rather Miss Him.

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What the AI afterlife industry gets wrong about grief.

Retro 16-bit pixel art illustration of three small propeller planes flying across a bright blue sky in warm late-afternoon light. Two planes remain side by side in formation while a third pulls ahead and climbs toward the upper right, leaving a faint white trail behind. Bare winter trees line the bottom edge of the wide image, creating a quiet, nostalgic scene inspired by 1990s flight simulator video games.

I Accidentally Sent a GIF to My Dead Friend’s Sister

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He would have found it hilarious. That's the thing about losing someone who knew you that well.

No One’s Patient

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Partners are still navigating pregnancy loss from the periphery–with no system built to hold them.

What Happens When We Miss Grief on Campus

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Grief doesn't wait for graduation. UGrieve helps students and faculty support each other through loss.

A couple embracing intimately in bed, their hands and bodies intertwined against white sheets.

What Death Taught Me About Sex and Desire

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I'm a hospice doctor pregnant with her sixth child. Wanting to feel alive is often how we survive it.

What Anticipatory Grief Really Feels Like When a Parent Is Dying

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How caregiving, role reversal, and messy emotions reshape relationships long before a parent’s death.

Two people sitting apart on a couch, not touching

“Take Care of Her” Became a Life Sentence

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How my mother’s final request bound me to a relationship I couldn’t fix—and couldn’t leave.

Two side-by-side photos show Romy Reiner with her parents. In the left photo, Romy stands outdoors between her mother and father near a river and mountains. In the right photo, Romy and her mother sit close together at an indoor event, with their eyes closed and their faces touching.

Dear Romy Reiner, One Day it Will be Years From Now

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An open letter about grief, survival, and the long road after tragedy from a woman who also lost a parent to violence at 27.

Aerial view of a fire-ravaged hillside in Altadena after the Eaton Fire, with blackened trees and ash-covered foundations surrounding a single intact, light-colored house still standing amid widespread destruction; smoke hangs in the sky.

My House Didn’t Burn. So Why Don’t I Feel Lucky?

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A year after the Eaton Fire, I see ambiguous loss everywhere.

Aubrey Plaza and Maisy Stella in My Old Ass – scene related to trauma and grief themes

Lo que “Mi yo del futuro” quiere que sepas sobre los “hubieras”, el amor y el duelo.

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Perder al amor de mi vida me enseñó la diferencia entre el anhelo y el arrepentimiento.

Maisy Stella meets the older version of herself, Aubrey Plaza in My Old Ass (Photo courtesy of Prime)

‘My Old Ass,’ Young Love’s Grief, and the ‘What Ifs’ We Carry

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Losing the love of my life taught me the difference between longing and regret.

Grieving Out Proud

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This Pride, I’m mourning openly—for my partner, the community that holds me, and the right to grieve just as fiercely as we celebrate.

4 Ways That Grief Rage Taught Me About Self-Preservation and Healing

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Losing both parents left me furious—at family, at the medical system, at myself. Here's what I learned from it.

Why I Stopped Trying to Cherish Every Moment

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Grieving and mothering changed how I hold joy, pain, and memory—all at the same time.

Dear Noah Kahan, ‘Godlight’ Helped Me Survive Perinatal Loss

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Thank you for the lyrics that somehow understood my soul and this seemingly impossible grief journey.

Writing the Story My Mother Never Got to Tell

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Long after her death, I used the tools of journalism to reckon with memory, regret, and love.

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