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I Forgot the Anniversary of My Mom’s Death

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But there's one deathiversary that I can never put behind me.

What Is ‘Sexual Bereavement’?

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We don't talk about it enough.

Meet the Widex

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Eight years after we divorced, my sons’ father was dead — and I went from the ex to something more complicated.

That Would Have Been a Great Story

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My high school boyfriend and I lost our respective spouses just months apart — and reconnected over our grief. I would like to be able to say that we fell back in love and lived happily ever after. Something else unfolded.

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Don’t Call Sheryl Sandberg a Widow

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Modern Loss speaks with the Facebook COO about micro-stepping her way through grief, 'Option B,' and how she approaches those painful trigger holidays.

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A Widow and her Galentines

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After my husband died, I stumbled about looking for my tribe. Counterintuitive to my nature, I found it in yoga class.

The Sitcom Widow

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Sizing myself up to DJ Tanner, Carol Brady and Nancy Botwin

Yes, You Should Binge-Watch Netflix Alone on Mother’s Day

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Cut yourself a break on Mother's Day — with or without a dead partner.

Exercise in Avoidance

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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.

Fiction: I Am the Widow

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Modern Loss' first foray into fiction is from a new book of short stories from the trenches of young widowhood.

He’s Dead, But He’s No Saint

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My husband cheated on me again and again — but people give him a pass because he died in a tragic Thanksgiving Day scuba accident.

The End of My Self-Pity Party

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Life with my partner felt like finally being invited to the ball. Since his death, I've spent too long insistent on feeling devalued.

The Pain of the Mundane

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A young widow has some advice for going back to work ... and facing 4 other toughies after losing a spouse.

Close to the Clouds

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My husband's ashes in tow, I summited the mountain we'd loved to bring him 'home'. I found my own solace there, amongst the trees and solid rock.

Not Set in Stone

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It’s been 10 years since my boyfriend died, but his grave bears no headstone with his name on it. He deserves better.

Tears and Tequila in Tinseltown

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A novel imagines a safe haven for young widows and widowers in the City of Angels.

Mourning Option A

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Thirty days after her husband's sudden death, Facebook COO Sheryl Sandberg shares a transparent portrait of grief -- and her determination to make the best of what's next.

Sharing My Boyfriend’s Songs After His Suicide

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I'm still making sense of things after my boyfriend ended his life. But one thing is clear: The need to share the music he never got to play for the world.

The Half Life of Love

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Our first real date was on Valentine’s Day 10 years ago. Many times in the five years since my partner died, I’ve flashed back to that day when we became, officially, more than just friends.

A Day for Lovers, Without Mine

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On my first Valentine’s Day without Evelyn, I spent hours paging through old photographs. Those pictures speak to our love and her resolve, but they don’t tell the whole story.

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