Candid conversation about grief. Beginners welcome.
GRIEF BACON: That Time I Smelled Like Booze and Old Cake
By Leslie Gray Streeter
After my husband's sudden death, I ate, drank and sobbed my way through entirely unstable territory.
It’s All ‘Grief Yoga’
By Alison Manheim
After my husband died, I brought a towel to exercise class to mop tears — not sweat.
Exercise in Avoidance
By Ellen Friedrichs
The walk home from school was long — like four-hours long the way we did it. But it kept us out of an apartment full of grief triggers.
Revisiting the Track after My Father’s Death
By Kristine Hansen
I'd abandoned the 440-yard loop long ago. Returning to it allowed me to begin grieving my father's death.
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.
Close to Death
By Abby Sher
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.
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