Candid conversation about grief. Beginners welcome.
My Hard, Lonely and Strangely Magical Trip through Young Widowhood
By Katie Hawkins-Gaar
Two years after my husband's death, good days have finally returned — and so have bad dreams.
The Pittsburgh of My Dreams
By Geoffrey W. Melada
By day, I am aware that 23 years have passed since my father’s death. When I close my eyes, it’s a different story.
My Sister, The Fly
By Julissa Catalan
The most persistent house fly entered my world the same day my sister left it. But what I didn’t realize was that my sister hadn’t actually left.
Closing My Eyes, Seeing My Father
By Mattea Kramer
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.
Tweets by @ModernLoss