When did we decide that being honest about our feelings was unforgivable? With ourselves, with others ... why are we so threatened when...

Last night, I dreamt of Evelyn. I have these dreams a lot. They are not the PTSD nightmares of the early weeks—those come far less...

There are some things so painful they should kill you, but they don't. Childbirth is like that, if you skip all the fancy pain blockers...

When I lost my daughter, I lost myself. I can recall the exact moment of what I call "the split". It was in the second after I turned her...

Sometimes, I wish I could just disappear. That I could curl up into a tight little ball, crawl to the center of the gaping hole in my...

When you lose a child, you fall out of time. You can no longer tell the difference between five minutes and five hours, or between one...

There is a crow that sits in my throat. Her name is sorrow. Her name is death. Her chest is hollow but her beak is full. If I close my...

Grief does not follow the laws of physics. Our hearts are not bound by the same laws as the rest of the natural world. Logic is useless...

Three months ago my life imploded. Losing a child is like a bomb going off. Everything, and I mean everything, is completely, mercilessly...

It's enough that I miss her every single moment of every single day, that I live with a hundred different versions of her face flashing...