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.
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.
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.
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.
Dying while doing what we love is how we’d all like to go out. But as I watched my friends risk everything for the thrill of the climb, I felt compelled to remind them of the difference between challenge and folly.
A museum exhibit and a feature film provided a challenge to our columnist — and to the unorthodox focus group she convened: How to modernize grief garb.
My husband died when I was 7-months pregnant with my second child. A year on, I’m again looking for a mate — this time with an infant and a toddler in tow.
