Archive for Continued Bonds

The acorn necklace my sister, Jessie, gave me the Christmas after my mom died is in this twisted, tangled mess…

by Andy Dickinson I celebrated the second birthday without my mom on Saturday.   I had homemade cupcakes and french…

What is grief in relation to love? Quite often I think they're the same thing. When people think of love…

There are a lot of things we love about writing a grief blog—but if I had to pick one of…

You love someone who's died, right? I mean, if you read or follow What's Your Grief, that seems like a…

I cling to scraps of my mother.  I'll take anything I can get. I’ve extracted all that I can from my…

by Jan Owen I went to the beach this summer, about ten months after my husband's death. As I stepped…

It's 10:30am and the girls are still in their pajamas. Actually, I'm still in my pajamas as well. This is…

My dad had the most perfect penmanship. He attributed it to his Catholic school education: "The nuns beat it into me,"…