Holidays

Following my miscarriage, the symbolism of the Passover holiday is particularly resonant.

When my best friend died, I was through with Valentine's Day (aka her birthday). I found solace in the library, surrounded by teen angst.

A young widow vows to make new mistakes this year, and to give guilt the boot.

The year my partner drowned, I bought a supermarket lobster — and set it free.

When it came to decorating the tree, my late husband and I didn’t exactly see eye-to eye.

The holiday season may bring up all kinds of memories when you’re grieving. But what if your loved one was more Scrooge than Santa?

For years, I swore off Thanksgiving. Then my mom died, and I found myself longing to go home again.