Candid conversation about grief. Beginners welcome.
Death, Valentines and the YA Section
By Renata Sancken
When my best friend died, I was through with Valentine's Day (aka her birthday). I found solace in the library, surrounded by teen angst.
Luisa Street, One Year Later
By Emily Rapp Black
On a thoroughfare marked by personal tragedy, I find myself embracing possibility once again.
My Father, My Daughters
By Adina Kay-Gross
My twins were just 18 months old when my father died. Desperate for my girls to know him, I talk about him constantly. But should I?
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?
Philip Seymour Hoffman: A Man We All Knew (But Didn’t)
By Michelle Collins
In the wake of Philip Seymour Hoffman's demise, let's not make a sport out of dredging up the details of his final moments.
No Unfinished Business?
By Angie Dalfen
I’ll never know what my father would have thought about my life choices — the ones I would have asked his opinion about and the ones I wouldn’t have.
A Case for Old-Fashioned Condolences
By Jennifer Richler
Facebook is encouraging laziness in face of grief. Let’s turn the corner.
‘Girls’ on Grief
By Annie Stamell
When it comes to loss and the 20-something, the HBO hit gets it right, says our resident TV guru.
‘Are You Sitting Down?’
By Cindy Augustine
It doesn’t really matter. There’s no good time or place or way to hear bad news.
Revolution to Reality
By Lisa Goldman
Despite years of witnessing political violence, I had no personal experience with death — until Mom got sick, and I headed home to help her die.
If My Sister Were Alive…
By Mélanie Berliet
Here’s what we would watch, eat and laugh about. Here’s what I would apologize for, forgive her for, attempt to explain and keep to myself.
Year Two: It’s Not Over
By Jessie Boatright
Everyone told me the first year after Mom’s death would be the hardest. But 12 months in, I wasn’t just mourning my mother. I was also mourning the fact that she hadn’t just died.
Mourning the Father I Never Knew
By Cara Paiuk
My dad is dead. But when a friend loses a parent, I can’t honestly say that I understand what he’s going through. Here's why.
How the World Says Goodbye
By Modern Loss
From a festive graveside picnic in Mexico to an elaborate gift-giving ceremony in India, check Modern Loss' interactive map featuring memorial rituals from around the world.
By Sarah Tuttle-Singer
My dead mother communicates with me through fortune cookies. Really, she does.
In the moments after my mother died, I recorded an episode of “Friends” — a decision that still confounds me a decade on.
Visiting Dad on Google Street View
By Bill Frankel
Before Dad died, Google cameras captured him — healthy and happy — tending his yard. For years after his death, I visited him frequently in cyberspace.
Feet, Pain, Love
By Sarah Fox
After my boyfriend succumbed to cystic fibrosis, I found relief in a grueling 500-mile pilgrimage along the Camino de Santiago.
On New Year’s, Clawing My Way Back
By Megan Devine
The year my partner drowned, I bought a supermarket lobster — and set it free.
Grief Is Forever (and That’s OK)
At a fancy spa, I found myself missing my son and learning to embrace my eternal sadness.
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