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...