Candid conversation about grief. Beginners welcome.
Seeing My Daughter in Other People
By Muriel Schofield
After she died, I was captivated by those who looked like her.
Grief Bacon: The Masks I Wear
By Melanie Gruenwald
My child's cancer diagnosis abruptly halted reflection on my own post-cancer body and soul. But after he died, it came roaring back.
Traveling the World With My Daughter’s Ashes in Tow
By Becky Livingston
In Ireland, alongside an empathic stranger, I watched Rachel's cremains scatter with the wind.
Screening Calls for My Dead Son
By Casey Mulligan Walsh
‘Sorry, he’s not here.’ You have no idea how sorry I am Eric’s not here.
Built for Two, But Minus One
By Mark Gunther
Grief is one of the deep intimacies of our marriage. Our tandem riding reflects that.
6 Tips for Talking to Kids About Death
By Michelle DuBarry
We can’t gloss over the topic without denying a fundamental part of our lives and our family. Here’s how we navigate the conversation.
My Grief is F*cking Funny
By Emily Rapp Black
Why I never pass up a chance to laugh my ass off. Especially when I'm grieving.
The Ugliest Side of Grief
By Dalit Kaplan
Jealousy is already a tough emotion to grapple with. Pairing it with a stillbirth brings out a whole new monster.
Writing With Heart From Behind Bars
By Allison Langer
I teach memoir writing at a prison. One week, the topic was loss. My students really went there — and so did I.
After a Teenager’s Death, Metaphors Fail
By Goldberry Long
My friend's 16-year-old daughter was hit by a car and I struggled to write about it. Because no words can truly encapsulate the zero of grief.
What This Mother Told Her Dying Son
By Laura Gilkey
Her words were perfect.
The Sewing Blogs Were My Salvation
By Susanne Grabowski
After my baby died, I didn’t know what to do with my hands. But then I found the sewing blogs.
‘I’m Not Done Being Your Mom’
By Caryn Anthony
My son is gone, but our relationship — surprisingly — continues to evolve.
What I Tell My Kids About Their Brother Who Died Before They Were Born
Even in Seamus' absence, our four-person household continues to feel to us like a family of five.
The Billy Joel Concert That Saved Me
By Ruth Tepler Roth
By taking me to that show, what remained of my family in the aftermath of my son’s suicide was telling me, ‘Please come back to us. We still need you.’
The Hummingbirds Who Lightened My Grief
By Jacqueline Dooley
When my daughter died, I hated the sun for rising without her. I wept as the world turned green and flowers burst open. But the backyard birds were a different story.
By Jane Larkworthy
Maia and I only spent a few minutes together. It was only after her death that I finally got to know her.
In Defense of Magic
By Eric Meyer
The winter holiday rituals have soothed our grieving souls. So has our son's belief in Santa.
Trying to Get Pregnant After the Death of a Child
By Chanel Brenner
After losing my six-year-old son, I was determined to give my youngest child another sibling.
By Mindy Stricke
As an artist, it's an intimate and risky exchange to make something based on someone else’s grief. But I’d rather attempt to connect and engage than to turn away.
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