Navigating Loss, with Tea and Empathy
April 21st, 2021 | by Jenna Devany Waters
She packed her things while I was out of town, disappeared without a word. I ordered a frenzy of furniture online to spare my children
April 21st, 2021 | by Jenna Devany Waters
She packed her things while I was out of town, disappeared without a word. I ordered a frenzy of furniture online to spare my children
April 14th, 2021 | by Gina Frangello
I did not and will not regain my mother. I am the only mother now.
March 25th, 2021 | by Liz Tichenor
The breast pump had arrived that afternoon, the Monday after Fritz died, at the same time as a stout flat-rate box of hand-me-down clothes from my cousin, who I later heard felt horrible about the timing, having mailed the package when Fritz was still alive
February 18th, 2021 | by Maria Kefalas
It seemed I lived with the humans but was no longer one of them
February 2nd, 2021 | by Liz Tichenor
The worst phone call I would ever have to make needed to be done this day: the call to the funeral home.
December 28th, 2020 | by Jill Stukenberg
How old or what grade are your children? I have one son who turned seven in May. That was after
December 21st, 2020 | by Ezra Stone
ONE: A wave of grief for everything that came before Today, the clouds are like ribs, like my ribs close
June 30th, 2020 | by Becca Rose Hall
There’s more sex where that came from, says your daddy, and of course we’ll try again. Nothing is wrong; it is only sad. Nature believes in redundant abundance.
April 23rd, 2020 | by Cass Lewis
Just as the coronavirus outbreak began in New York, I started experiencing flu-like symptoms. But I’d been pregnant enough times
March 24th, 2020 | by Dana Robinson
I recalled the joyous phone calls of only a few months before, as I steeled myself to dial those same numbers, but with a very different message this time