Tag: grief

This will be my second Christmas without presents wrapped in wallpaper, and gift tags with clues on them rather than names...

It feels natural to carry sadness for moments missed, for the advice that might have been shared, and for the unique kind of love that could have shaped your life.

"Our government may represent a morally bankrupt failure of leadership; but that means we must lead ourselves."

Recalling the first time I read Grief, on a thankfully empty train, I’m very glad no one was present to witness what must have been a harrowing and confusing parade of expressions as I progressed. It’s a few hours I will never regret.

There is something about poetry that makes it more potent than fiction in times of need. With its raw, brash and yet strangely beautiful...

Mount Eerie's 'A Crow Looked at Me' may seem like an abstract experiment, but with its personal context it is deeply affecting