Disability

Van Gogh's Chair (1888) shown three times side by side — an empty wooden chair with a pipe on its seat.

My Daughter, Justice, Died Nine Years Ago. My Anticipatory Grief Didn’t.

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Prom dresses. Basketball games. The unlived losses keep building.

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Chemo Stole My Dad’s Hearing. Then, My Daughter Heard Her First Sound.

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Our family's circular journey through cochlear implants, loss, and good vibrations.

5 Truths No One Tells You About Disability and Loss

5 Truths No One Tells You About Disability and Loss

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The narratives are more expansive and nuanced than we let on.

The Grief Cliché of the COVID Era

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My late brother would have been extremely susceptible to the virus that has upended our lives. But don’t tell me to be grateful that he’s gone. 

My Brother’s Christmas-Themed Funeral

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Alan lived with a rare genetic disorder that made him unpredictable, child-like and full of wonder. When he died at age 43, his memorial service was unique as he was.

Grieving in a Broken Body

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I was badly injured in the accident that killed my mother. Never was I more at peace with her death than in those six months between the funeral and when I started walking again.

‘Daddy, Daddy, Where Are You?’

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After 9/11 my son asked for his father dozens of times a day, everyday — for nine years.