Candid conversation about grief. Beginners welcome.
Festival of Freedom
By Melissa Langsam Braunstein
Following my miscarriage, the symbolism of the Passover holiday is particularly resonant.
Why Grandmothers Rock
By Kara DeFrias
My grandmother died more than five years ago. But to this day when I need a pick-me-up, I channel the positive energy she put into her work, her beloved Phillies and me.
On the Road
By Elea Acheson
After my 6-year-old son died, I was determined to grieve on my own terms. So I sold all my belongings and set off on my bicycle.
The Night My Nightmare Came True
By Susan McPherson
I couldn't fathom my recurring childhood nightmare would come true. But I also couldn't imagine I'd emerge from its destruction.
Stilled and Beating Hearts
By Courtney Maum
Pregnant with our first child, I felt my baby's kicks grow stronger as our beloved feline's heart slowly failed.
My Roaring, Immature Twenties
By Caroline McCarthy
Untethered after my mother's death, I found myself suspended in adolescence as age 30 approached.
Babe in Prison-land
By Deborah Jiang-Stein
Born to an incarcerated convict and taken from her as an infant, I mourned a mother I can't remember.
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?
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.
‘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.
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.
By Sarah Tuttle-Singer
My dead mother communicates with me through fortune cookies. Really, she does.
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.
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