The act of collecting a treasure trove of memories, of giving voice to others who might otherwise be inclined toward muteness in the face...

A Poem to My Molly Five years old, A portrait of innocence, Of youth, Of sheer happiness. What is death to a child? Nothing but a word –...

For years after Steve died I would have scornfully laughed at anyone who might have suggested that I would find anything remotely...

I’ve found that when the wrenching hole in my life left by Steve’s sudden death threatens to overpower me, I need to take action and not...

Acceptance is a huge part of owning your grief, particularly when it comes to friendship. Losing your best friend, the person you...

Fear is an unavoidable consequence of grief. There is no magic pill to make it disappear. Having the courage to confront what frightens...

Loneliness is an ugly beast, sometimes lurking in the background, often times smothering us so that we can barely breathe.While it’s...

In the everyday course of life we rarely have the time or the motivation to reflect on how we might, one day, be called upon to deal with...

I truly believe that in losing someone that we love to our core we are empowered with a strength and resilience to battle back, to...

In the throes of loss, our sense of perspective and our ability to cope with even the most basic aspects of life can get so muddled that...

I never set out to make a detailed game plan for reimagining my life after losing my husband of seventeen years. I did recognize that I...