Issue 3: Redefining Grief
I Don’t Need a Casserole! I Need a Witness!
It was October of 2008. I felt like I was dying. I couldn’t go back. The pain wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t catch my breath. I
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It was October of 2008. I felt like I was dying. I couldn’t go back. The pain wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t catch my breath. I
As a Catholic kid, we used to pray the rosary as a family. When something horrible would happen, we would gather in my parents’ room
Life is a series of beginnings and endings. An infinite loop of creation, completion and the space between. We move along collecting moments, experiences and memories that mark
The person I thought I could be, I can no longer become. The friend I thought would always be there is gone.Even when surrounded by
What do you think about moving to Ireland?” I literally had to sit down in the closest living room chair. My husband Devin had just
I sat down for dinner alone at a restaurant in Torrance, California. The restaurant was called “King Shabu Shabu,” and I can still remember that