I attended The Compassionate Friends National Conference a few weeks ago, and as I’ve reflected on the experience, I realize that...

And I'm sad about it. But I promise you, it won't happen again. I recently read Aubrey Gordon’s brilliant book, What We Don’t Talk About...

Occasionally, something will happen that I can’t quite explain. Was it a coincidence? Was it a sign from the other side? We have many...

Since Matt’s football jersey number was 10, and I wrote my last blog on the 10th, I thought I’d change the format into 10 on the 10th. ...

Until 2017, April was my favorite month. It’s my birthday month; it’s the month when the weather gets warmer; it’s a month with a school...

Lest you think I walk around weeping all day, allow me to reassure you that I don’t. Most days I don’t cry at all. Every day I smile...

Last night I sat outside by the pool, reading my book, comfy on my outdoor sofa, feet propped up on the wicker ottoman. Little by little...

Being mindful is all the rage! It’s good to take a breath and look around in the present without worrying about whether it’s good or...

How do you care for yourself physically? Caring for yourself physically can include diet, exercise, and sleep, but I want to expand the...

Describe a happy memory, a positive experience you shared with your loved one. Write down what you were doing and where you were. Add...

Since I have begun attending meetings of the Compassionate Friends (a support group for bereaved parents that I've mentioned before), I...

Oops, I didn’t mean to disappear for so long. Sometimes these things happen. You get busy and time speeds up, the days flash by. Or...

The other day I had a rousing discussion with my good friend Bill Dolan, known in some circles as The Father of Proconsequentialism. ...

I’m no expert, but sometimes the world seems pretty crazy. I’ve been feeling overwhelmed, so I had to do a few things to take care of...

The mission of The Compassionate Friends: When a child dies, at any age, the family suffers intense pain and may feel hopeless and...

No matter where I was, what I was doing, or who I was with, in those first few months after my son died, the same four words would repeat...

This is a quote from one of my co-workers. We were shivering in the parking lot while the fire alarm brayed and honked from inside the...

Country music ain't for me, but that song strikes a chord. Strikes a chord. Ha! No pun intended. My husband claims that I like country...

Help! I'm trapped, trying to think of five-letter words, while the world rushes by. The computer is a cruel mistress. Hey! There’s a...

Sometimes you start crying, and it’s not for the reasons you think you’re crying. (This is why I always carry tissues.) A couple of...