'Daddy, Daddy, Where Are You?' by Lisa Paterson After 9/11 my son asked for his father dozens of times a day, everyday — for nine years.
My Therapist Is No Longer a Phone Call Away by Wendy Cowen-Smith She counseled me through my young husband's death, through raising children, blending families, and so much more. Now she's gone.
Object Amnesia by Christina Lewis Halpern We always had too many of my late father’s iconic dress shirts — until the Smithsonian wanted one, and we realized we had none.
My Brother’s Christmas-Themed Funeral by Gina DeMillo Wagner Alan lived with a rare genetic disorder that made him unpredictable, child-like and full of wonder. When he died at age 43, his memorial service was unique as he was.
My Mom Wore a Sari So That I Could Run for Congress by Saira Rao Memories of her valor, grace, and sense of self spurred me on during a campaign filled with racism and sexism.
Sewing as Salvation by Susanne Grabowski After my baby died, I didn’t know what to do with my hands. But then I found the sewing blogs.
In the Face of Death, We Laughed by Laura Gentle As AIDS ravaged my friend's body, levity carried us through the end.
