Loss of Mother
Trading Places With My Mother
I had reservations about transitioning into my forties. Everyone offered worst-case scenarios about what to expect, from needing reading glasses to predicting the weather with
May 27, 2024
I had reservations about transitioning into my forties. Everyone offered worst-case scenarios about what to expect, from needing reading glasses to predicting the weather with
Editor’s Note: Earlier this year, the book Seasons of Grief: Creative Interventions to Support Bereaved People, edited by Claudia Coenen came out. It included a chapter
These poems are from her book Dear Me: Poems of loss, grief, and hope in New York’s darkest days Forever I hadn’t considered what was
The doctor wheeled the gurney carrying Anna into the elevator. Her breathing had slowed considerably. A few more breaths and the once vibrant lady whose
Don’t change the channel when I’m grieving. It’s in people to want to protect us and make us feel better. But I put this on
In Nya’s Own Words In Florida, I was born a day after the school year cut off that basically set me back a year in
1. Here’s a piece of advice. While spending the afternoon with your dying father, don’t ask Alexa to play the songs of Judy Collins which, once
Golden streams journey to Earth from the sun aiming for blooms in the fields where they run rising and shining with pigments that stun growing
Two words. That’s all it took for the persistent, gnawing fear that had been lurking in the depths of my mind to materialize suddenly. One
To write about grief is not to compose
for there is no way to structure the messy meanness of ‘friends’
who avoid me, say you would be dead if it wasn’t for me,