After my 6-year-old son died, I was determined to grieve on my own terms. So I sold all my belongings and set off on my bicycle.

The experience I had in Sandy Hook changed me at a cellular level.

My beloved beagle died, but he still seemed to inhabit our yard.

The former First Lady could change the conversation around pregnancy loss and infertility.

‘Sorry, he’s not here.’ You have no idea how sorry I am Eric’s not here.

By day, I am aware that 23 years have passed since my father’s death. When I close my eyes, it’s a different story.

My daughter, Nina, died five weeks before she was due to be born. Years on, I am surprised by the depth of pain her absence brings me.