Candid conversation about grief. Beginners welcome.
It’s All ‘Grief Yoga’
By Alison Manheim
After my husband died, I brought a towel to exercise class to mop tears — not sweat.
We Held a Fake Wedding So My Dying Dad Could Be There
By Sarah Levy
Bridal magazines don’t really cover these unglamorous issues.
Having a Dead Sibling Is Full of Contradictions
By Anne Pinkerton
It’s been a decade since my brother died. His death has shaped me and it has confounded me — with its curses and blessings, too.
In the Face of Death, We Laughed
By Laura Gentle
As AIDS ravaged my friend's body, levity carried us through the end.
My Mom’s Final Gift to My Girlfriend and Me
By Sierra Strattner
She pushed me away when I came out to her at 30. Right before she died, she pulled me back in.
How a Psychic Medium Broke Through My June Gloom
By Zibby Owens
An unexpected exchange reconnected me with my vivacious friend years after her death.
To the Widowed Dad on Father’s Day
By Justin Yopp and Donald Rosenstein
Being a ‘good enough’ parent is precisely what your grieving children need.
Becoming My Father — For My Son
By Geoffrey W. Melada
I cannot rescue my dad, but I can mentor my child.
Forgiveness, Father’s Day and Finding a Way Though
By Erin Lee Carr
I screwed up my dad's birthday a long time ago. His reaction continues to teach me lessons years after his death.
Laundry, Before and After
By Jacqueline Dooley
I used to resent the endless sorting, washing and folding. Then my daughter got sick — and everything changed.
The Journey Cake
By Tembi Locke
The memory of a pastry my husband and I carried from Italy to L.A. carries me through my grief over his death.
How Can You Be Happy at a Time Like This?
By Katie Rich
What it's like to have your mother die the week Trump was elected.
As a Gay Southern Christian, Rachel Held Evans Was My Lifeline
By Sheldon Rogers
The Church has never understood my existence. But Rachel did, and my grief over her death runs deep.
Important Guidelines for Large Adult Orphans
By Megan Neuringer
On the one hand, you must become both parent and child; on the other, you may request to to be flown to Rome for a pasta dinner.
My Mom Wore a Sari So That I Could Run for Congress
By Saira Rao
Memories of her valor, grace, and sense of self spurred me on during a campaign filled with racism and sexism.
Writing a Book With My Mom Kept Her Memory Alive
By Marisa Bardach Ramel
Now it's time to say goodbye (again).
Five Short Years, Five Whole Years
By Julie Sugar
Since my daughter was born, time has somersaulted, raced, oozed — giving me new perspective on the few years I had with my own mother.
Seeing My Daughter in Other People
By Muriel Schofield
After she died, I was captivated by those who looked like her.
I Watched ‘The Avengers: Endgame’ and ‘Game of Thrones’ in the Same Week
By Molly Canty
It was both masochism and meaningful, in the throes of grief over my mother's death.
‘My Death Stories Are My Birth Stories’
By Emily Ziff Griffin
That precious, precarious, otherworldly state of giving birth reminded me of something else: grief.
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