Personal Essays

Small Screen Refuge

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To distract ourselves from Dad's fatal diagnosis, my brother and I planted ourselves in front of the TV — inhaling a steady diet of "The Jetsons" and "The Dating Game."

Thanksgiving After Jack

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A few weeks before Thanksgiving, my 12-year-old son went out to play in the rain and never came home. That year, everything about the holiday just felt wrong.

On Thanksgiving, Hitting the ‘Reset’ Button

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We never had any holiday traditions, like the ones you see on TV. But in my mom's absence — and in her honor — I'm creating some.

Learning To Quiet My Mind

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After my young son's death, yoga and meditation changed the shape of my grief.

Closing My Eyes, Seeing My Father

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I refused to look at my dad in the morgue — a decision I came to second-guess. Then my father showed up in my dreams.

Around the World, Ashes in Tow

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After watching cancer kill my father, I booked a one-way 'tribute trip' overseas. I don't know when I'll be ready to return.

Close to Death

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I had just given birth to my third child and was training for a half-marathon when I had a heart attack. And as I lay in my hospital bed, I could hear the woman in the next room dying.

Hurricane Sandy’s Human Toll

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Don't tell me hard it was to get to work during "superstorm" Sandy, or how long you lived without power. The hurricane killed my father right before my eyes.

It’s Halloween: Trigger Treat

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Halloween imagery takes on new meaning in the wake of my father’s suicide.

Paying Tribute to My Peeps

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My 13-pound Bichon Frisé was my best friend, my loyal companion and my professional buoy. So why isn't there a blueprint for mourning a pet who loved me as much as any human did?

‘Call Me a Mother’

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After two miscarriages, I feel like a parent — even though I've never held my babies or pushed them in a stroller. I want you to respect that.

‘Wish You Were Here’

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My daughter, Nina, died five weeks before she was due to be born. Years on, I am surprised by the depth of pain her absence brings me.

GRIEF BACON: These Are Your Lungs on Grief

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My asthma had always been under control. Then my brother died from drug use, and I struggled to breathe.

Parenting After Loss

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It can be hard to know if my children are reacting to their father's death — or if they're just acting their age.

Up in the Andes, a Wish Come True

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Thirteen years after my parents died in a plane crash, 4,000 miles from home, and alongside other 'motherless daughters,' I finally began to heal.

Joan Rivers and Her ‘Screw You!’ to Suicide

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Joan's insistence on yanking the word 'suicide' out of the shadows endeared her to many survivors -- especially me.

The Obituarist

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After escaping the World Trade Center on 9/11, I left Wall Street to become a professional obituary writer. I never looked back.

Labor Day Love and Loss on Lake George

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I tell my son about my idyllic summers on Lake George — just not about the Labor Day tragedy that followed one of them.

Saying I Do, and Saying Farewell

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Eleven days after marrying the love of my life, I stared at his lifeless body and said goodbye.

Across the Pond, a Lesson in British Mourning

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A North American transplant, I'd spent years trying unsuccessfully to master British restraint. Never did I feel more at home as an expat than at my first British funeral.

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