
The 30 Year Old Letter: Grief in Plastic Wrap
Carrying his grief, a 7 year old boy who lost his mother wrote her a letter and put it on her grave. After some time,
Thoughts on Living and Dying, On Writing and Story
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It is dedicated those who want to use story as an opportunity to learn about who they truly are.
To those who write about themselves or their loved ones or to those who desire to do so soon.
This is blog is dedicated to the breathing, the dying and to everyone in between.
Carrying his grief, a 7 year old boy who lost his mother wrote her a letter and put it on her grave. After some time,
The Loss Library is a grief support podcast that was inaugurated on April 20th, 2023. The Loss Library, a podcast dedicated to accompanying on your
“What I do think is important is to encourage individuals—both Black, white, and everyone in between—to utilize BIPOC businesses because doing so empowers us all, strengthens our ENTIRE economy, and recognizes the inherent worth and valuable contributions of all people.”
The holiday season is a time when grief can be more difficult to navigate—particularly grief surrounding a recent loss, but also for losses that may have occurred in the last few years. No matter where the bereaved find themselves around the world, and no matter what holidays they observe, celebrations of light and family can make grief harder to bear.
Left unattended, grief can cause you to hurt the people around you. I have never considered myself an angry person. There are only a few
The holiday season is a time when grief can be more difficult to navigate—particularly grief surrounding a recent loss, but also for losses that may have occurred in the last few years. No matter where the bereaved find themselves around the world, and no matter what holidays they observe, celebrations of light and family can make grief harder to bear.
We live in a society and an age where it is natural, common and even expected, for us to try to hold back the hand
I was 8 years old. I had been standing outside of Famous, the pizza house on Main St, for about an hour when my father
I have a lot of books in my library. A good percentage of those are books about grief and loss, about death and dying the
I am a reader by nature. I have been devouring books ever since the age of seven and have over 600 books in my personal