Once, I told a friend—a fellow grieving mom—that I would tear the universe apart searching for Evelyn. "What would you do if you found...

Imagine you've been living in a very dark room for a very long time. There are no windows in your room, no openings to let the light in....

Now I lay me down to sleep. This is how it begins. I pray the Lord my soul to keep. Innocent really. A prayer from my childhood....

The first season, it was the "Christmas spirit" that got to me most. That sugary, sickening, manic joy that everyone exudes. The high of...

I had my first depressive episode when I was twelve. It was fresh on the heels of two early back-to-back traumas. Moving for the first...

The subject of this post was requested by a friend and fellow grieving mother. If ever you would like to see me cover a subject on the...

They say life imitates art. I sincerely hope that isn't true. When my 18-year-old daughter unexpectedly died in her sleep two months...

Dear Anna, I'm supposed to be writing about how I forgive you, but I think we both know that neither of us is ready for that letter yet....

Looking back. It's not something I ever really did in The Before. I was far busier worrying over a future that had yet to arrive than...

I know my children. I know them in an unknowable place that is inside me and beyond me. I know the shapes their souls take when they...

There's a phenomenon I've witnessed as a grieving mother that I only know to describe as grief hijacking, though I imagine this may...

The way you put yourself back together is like this: with a slow, strong stitch and a steady, gentle hand. One. Minuscule. Piece. At. A....

Let me be clear—that title is not click bait. The urge to rush headlong off the nearest cliff to be with my baby girl would come with...

Evelyn came out to us when she was thirteen. I'd been telling my kids for years—since I first started talking to them about love and...

Obligate ram ventilator. This is what I've become. About two dozen species of sharks are known for breathing this way. It means they must...

The following is a journal entry I wrote on shame at the behest of my grief counselor. Shame is a very ugly corner of child loss. After...

We are walking side by side through a patchwork of sunlight and pine needles. The sun is high and persistent, and the air is humming with...

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. When trauma and loss collide, such as in the unexpected death of your healthy child, such as in the...

I belong to a very exclusive club. I paid the highest price imaginable to be a member. I am surrounded in this club by the most...

This is not a season of joy for everyone. Let's just start there. The focus on family, on togetherness, emphasizes for some where they...