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Why I’m Jealous of Grieving People
By Nicole Ferraro
Dad died when I was 6, and life went on seemingly undeterred. All these years later, I find myself envious of those who have the chance to mourn.
Was My Dead Ex Talking to Me From Inside the TV?
By Molly Tolsky
Was my dead ex talking to me from inside the TV?
After My Miscarriage, I Was Still Pregnant
By Caryn Berardi
We were expecting triplets. So why does everyone insist on calling it a 'blessing in disguise' that only two of our babies made it to term?
Sleeping Through Grandma’s Death
By Amy Oestreicher
When I finally came to after a months-long coma, my beloved grandmother was gone.
He’s Dead, But He’s No Saint
By Robyn Woodman
My husband cheated on me again and again — but people give him a pass because he died in a tragic Thanksgiving Day scuba accident.
My Dad, Forever a Stranger
By Anastasia Selby
For 16 years I had no relationship with my father, a devoted Scientologist. When he died, I realized just how little I knew about him — and he about me.
By Laura Kiesel
Uncle Billy, the father figure in my life, came back from prison broken and distant. And before long, he was dead — leaving me to wrestle with his complicated legacy.
By Emily Kaiser
Just over a year after my mom died, my boyfriend of three years walked out — carrying his deodorant and phone charger. And then, I was grieving all over again.
By Kelly Haramis
At my daughters' concerts and school performances, I see all the happy grandparents, snapping photos and bearing flowers. That's when I feel my own mother's loss most acutely.
Losing Grandma Twice
By Nina Badzin
Dementia stole my grandmother long ago, leaving me to mourn her all over again when she died years later.
Fighting White Privilege, Grieving My White Mother
By Amy Mihyang Ginther
The problems with international adoption are many. But I cannot reject the mother who raised me — especially in her absence.
The Words We Couldn’t Say
By Megan Birch-McMichael
As my daughter grew inside of me, my best friend's pregnancy ended in stillbirth. Comforting her felt impossible.
Mourning Tina, the Nanny Who Raised Me
By Catie Lazarus
When strangers ask me if my necklace is a family heirloom, the answer is not so easy as yes or no.
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