My Mother’s Day Trifecta by Elizabeth Felicetti I lost my mom, my stepmom, and my dream of mothering a child of my own. On Mother’s Day, people say the darndest things to me.
What I Did With My Husband’s Life Insurance Money by Leslie Gray Streeter During the rawest moments of my grief, what I bought helped me breathe easier.
What I Tell My Kids About Their Brother Who Died Before They Were Born by Michelle DuBarry Even in Seamus' absence, our four-person household continues to feel to us like a family of five.
What Triggers Me Isn’t What You Think It Is by John Ptacek Old photos and anniversaries don’t do me in the way one sitcom theme song does.
‘Holy Shit, I’m Single Again’ by Teresa Shimogawa When the fog of my grief lifted and I began to think about dating, my old insecurities returned in a big way.
The Bread I Still Can’t Bear To Bake by Lisa Kolb Some people say grief is bitter, but I say it is nutty whole-wheat flavored, slightly sweet with molasses.
My Mom’s Violent Death Gave Me PTSD by Erin Donovan I had to remind myself, repeatedly, that my mom was dead. If I can imagine what it feels like to have dementia, this might be it. Having to be told the same bad news again and again and again.
