Faith, Fiction, Friends

A year passed before I came face to face with the grief over the death of my father. There wasn’t time for me to grieve; I was the executor ...

I can’t imagine the grief of losing a child, and I hope I never experience it. In our minds, at least, and in our cultures, the death of a c...

It was likely the poet’s name, but I was well into  Breathe Here: Poems  by  Ellie O’Leary  when I realized she wasn’t writing about her chi...

Early Sunday morning I didn’t expect to see a canoe on the river, gliding in silence, water like liquid glass; a smooth refle...

Walking the garden, I thought you were being coy, matching the shadows in the pond. It was less than that, shadows creeping t...

Can colors help you deal with grief? It sounds like an odd question, but it is the question posed indirectly by author and illustra...

We traveled south, recently, toward a funeral in New Orleans. We could see the trees and bushes along the highway changing: still stark...