Candid conversation about grief. Beginners welcome.
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.
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)
By Emily Rapp Black
At a fancy spa, I found myself missing my son and learning to embrace my eternal sadness.
Guilt: My Constant Companion
By Sara Nachlis
After my father died of ALS, my grief has come in waves; my guilt, however, never seems to subside.
Putting the Satan Back in Christmas
By Carole Newton McManus
The holiday season may bring up all kinds of memories when you’re grieving. But what if your loved one was more Scrooge than Santa?
The Yoga Dialogues
By Jennifer Pastiloff
After a close friend's sudden death, even a yoga teacher has trouble quieting her mind.
Call of the Riled
By Chanel Dubofsky
Devastating news has twice come in the form of a call. Now whenever the phone rings, I fear the worst.
Deleting My Mother
By Esther D. Kustanowitz
When Gmail kept prompting me to email my dead mother, drastic action was necessary.
On Thanksgiving, Longing to Go Home Again
By Anna Davies
For years, I swore off Thanksgiving. Then my mom died, and I found myself longing to go home again.
Mourning Tina, the Nanny Who Raised Me
By Catie Lazarus
When strangers ask me if my necklace is a family heirloom, the answer is not so easy as yes or no.
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