grief

"My six-year-old keeps asking."

"On rough days, I miss being parented."

My birthday was my favorite day of the year. But then things changed...

“Where is Grandpa Jack?” asked my five-year-old daughter.

Alzheimer’s stripped away my father’s habits.

When my fiancé and I broke up, one thing surprised me…

I wish I could tell my younger self.

I know the phases of grief aren’t linear, but I'm tapping the keys on the ol’ anger piano...