When my husband died unexpectedly, a coworker took me under her wing. Every week for an entire year, she would send me a card saying
Hello everyone. This is a rather tragic story. It will not be suitable for light hearts. It’s my deepest, most darkest history, which led to
I’m ashamed. As someone who prides herself on promptness, I am more than a little tardy. In fact, one might accuse me of being over
Dear Sir, I don’t know your name, but you killed my father on June 9, 1973, in Stockton, California. My father was thirty-two years old
Friend (pronounced /frɛnd/) 1. person with whom one has a bond of mutual affection, typically one exclusive of sexual or family relations. 2. a member
We’ve all heard the story of loss. We’re familiar with the stages of grief. Shock, anger, eventual acceptance. But what happens when this isn’t just an abstract process? When it’s real.