Six years in and my life has become a constant quest for balance. Every day beginning from a new, immutable point I must use to calculate...

I thought I was avoiding this post because I had nothing to say on the subject. But sitting down to my laptop this morning, I realize...

Nothing will ever be enough again. There is a hole inside of me where everything drains out. Time. Energy. Memories. Joy. The hole bears...

I still don't understand how this is my life. I've had five years to adapt to what some would term my "new normal" since Evelyn, our...

I imagine myself at every age, every phase of my journey, as a fully realized version living inside the me of today, like a series of...

In The Before, I was afraid of the dark. I struggled to embrace the prickly, difficult feelings inside myself—anger, despair, shame. I...

My beautiful girl, Your birthday is only days away. I haven't written you in some time. I can't say why. I walk around with my head full...

Something is missing. Inside of me. That I don't have a name for. It's hard to describe a thing without its own word even when it is...

One of the hardest pills to swallow when a child is lost, is the reality that we are not in control. Not of the world at large. Not of...

I don't know how to write this post without pissing some people off. I keep reminding myself that I'm writing this one for the broken...

I'm used to pain. When it comes to emotional agony, I have become a consummate professional. I keep a stash of tissue on hand at all...

Saturday morning I stood on a campus I haven't visited since my freshman year of high school with an oversized picture of Evelyn in my...

I've been waiting on a sign from my daughter. I asked for one a couple of days ago. This happens periodically when I feel the crushing...

It's hard to admit that there are things that have materialized in the wake of Evelyn's death that I am grateful for. It's hard to admit...

Last night, my husband asked me if he could make a particular purchase. I spent the rest of the night crying in the bathroom. I won't go...

It is a hard fact of child loss that everything else pales by comparison. Every other loss, pain, suffering feels somehow less than what we'

I bet, if I took a poll, that one hundred percent of bereaved parents feel they should get a pass for the rest of their life.

Grieving a child is smothering. It is a thick, hot kind of grief. Never ending. Like drowning in a gravy boat.

In a rare departure from the norm, I am actually writing this post for non-grieving parents and people, rather than for those who have...

Currently, the world is facing a global health crisis as novel coronavirus seeds infection from one continent to the next. I'm not...