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Letters To The Dead: Shadow Writing For Grief & Release

Some grief is inert. Some grief is an engine. Sometimes actively participating in grief, I’ve learned, is one small way we can learn to escape its riptide.

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You can learn to live with the pain, you can move on as I have after over a decade of self-reflection and hard work, but you never, ever get over it.

Why I’ll Never, Ever Get Over My Girlfriend’s Murder

You can learn to live with the pain, you can move on as I have after over a decade of self-reflection and hard work, but you never, ever get over it.

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Eulogies For The Living

A eulogy is an expression of love through grief. I wrote my eulogies in direct address — they are love letters for a love story that isn’t over yet.

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I had retrieved at least one constant in my mother’s life: her love of puzzles and word games.

Finding My Unsolvable Mother In Her Left-Behind Crossword Puzzles​

Looking at her left-behind crossword puzzles, I had retrieved at least one constant in my mother’s life: her love of puzzles and word games.

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My kid, who turned three the day after Mary the duckling died, wasn’t old enough to get any of it.

Talking To Toddlers About Death And Poultry Is Unnerving

My kid, who turned three the day after Mary the duckling died, wasn’t old enough to get any of it. Yet talking to toddlers about death is part of life.

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Getting Through My First Year Without A Dad

Last April, my dad died two days before his 58 birthday after struggling with Huntington's Disease for over a decade. This is my first year without a dad.

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Use these tips to prepare your children for the precious time left they have with loved ones in hospice care.

How To Bring Your Children To Visit Someone In Hospice Care

Use these tips to prepare your children for the precious time left they have with loved ones in hospice care.

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I’d pay twice as much to move the party next door, so I could be alone, in peace, to cry.

The Heartbreaking Reason I Dread My Daughter’s Birthday

When everyone left, and the kids were asleep, I fell into bed exhausted. I stared at the ceiling thinking about why I hate this birthday.

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