Grief Bacon

GRIEF BACON: That Time I Smelled Like Booze and Old Cake

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After my husband's sudden death, I ate, drank and sobbed my way through entirely unstable territory.

What My Grief Feels Like: An Illustrated Guide

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It changes your body, sometimes in ways you can see and always in ways you can't.

Grief Bacon: Pressuring Myself

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My husband's hands were the cool compress that soothed my migraines. After his opiate overdose, I'm struggling to replace his healing touch with my own.

Masks - Modern Loss

Grief Bacon: The Masks I Wear

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My child's cancer diagnosis abruptly halted reflection on my own post-cancer body and soul. But after he died, it came roaring back.

Grief Bacon: Breastfeeding Through My Grief

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After Dad died, my body felt numb, but my breasts soldiered on.

The Clenching Curse

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Those hips don't lie. Even in grief.

Grief Bacon: Don’t Make Them Eat Cake

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Endless comfort food can be the opposite of comforting to someone dealing with loss. Here are 5 gifts to show you care –without the added sugar.

Grief Bacon: Mourning My Mom, and My Figure

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The term is a thing (just ask the Germans). Our series on the impact grief has on our bodies.

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.