It has taken two years for me to feel like I can start to exhale. To wake up from the slumber of deep acute grief.

This life, it’s not what I would have chosen, or even envisioned or imagined. And yet, it is mine to hold.

Grief: It doesn't just exist in the significant dates. It exists in the small, finer details of daily life. My new companion in life.

My inner musings on control, after losing the life I knew, and the future I wanted, when I became a widow.

It’s the uncontrollable truth: time keeps marching on. Every morning the sun comes up, it sets, and the world keeps turning. I have had a...

It’s so important to talk about grief, and the real, confronting experience that it is. Why? Because it’s something that we will all face...