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For so many reasons, I am usually intensely private about and fiercely protective of my marriage. From the beginning, people have had a...

The night air has started to turn cold, the sun is setting noticeably earlier than it was just a few weeks ago, and I see people around...

A set of blinds in our house broke near the beginning of the summer.  The position they were in when this happened means all of the...

About a year after Jake died, I started having a recurring dream. In it, I am alone, surrounded by darkness, searching for a baby boy I...

Dear Mom, Do you remember the first time I tried to kill myself?  I was eight and had come back to your house from my father’s bleeding,...

It is spring in the place where I live.  The trees are, once again, showing signs of life, and several of those that flower are in full...

Though the intensity of grief surrounding Jake’s death has ebbed and flowed over the years, it has never ceased.  Some years are easier,...

Dear Mom, One of my first memories of you takes place in the parking lot of the third preschool I attended in fewer than two years.  The...

Sometimes, after I tell people a little about what happened to me, I am met with the question, “Would you change it all if you could?” or...

Of the many losses I endured as a result of my childhood experiences, Jake’s has been the most profound.  Yet, despite both the...

I am almost always sick on the 27th of December.  Typically, it’s some kind of respiratory infection. Colds and the flu are pretty...