The boy looked up at his mother, “What is death?” The mother reached for his hand and gently held it, “It is something that we will all...

Our society does not handle grief well. The way we deal with grief is often harmful. In many ways, what I am about to write in regards to...

My mom told us stories about him as if he were some mythical character from southern folklore. She held him up high for us to visualize...

There have been mornings since my mother’s death, usually around four ‘clock, when the world seems darkest, and so do my thoughts. I have...

She came to me in a dream and told me everything would be okay. In my dream she was about forty and I was eight. Only a boy, full of...

I woke up in tears, breathless, with my stomach feeling hollow and hurting from being tense with the shaking spasms of a broken son...

“What should each of us say to every trial we face? This is what I’ve trained for, for this is my discipline.” -Epictetus She was...

Not long ago I was sitting with my mother talking about life. I could see the wandering in her eyes, a sadness that comes to them every...