Darkness Descends; An Ode to JoyIt crept in like a low fog, so lightly that I didn’t notice it beginning to swirl around me. A vague unease, a weighty sigh. The sun...
Marc's Anniversary VisitEvery October, the light changes, the sun hanging lower in the sky. Every October, the leaves flash to orange, yellow and red, and drift...
My Brother, the Whale, and the DuckMy brother Marc and I were born exactly four years and 51 weeks apart. It was just my birthday, and on February 19th, it would be his. As...
Books that HealWhen I was 28 years old, I briefly dated a surgical resident. Perhaps like all surgeons, he was smart, decisive, and pleased with...
"I Can't Imagine: What NOT to Say to Someone Who is Grieving"Guest Blog by Caryn Anthony I am honored to publish this beautiful piece by my dear friend, Caryn Anthony, about loss and how to truly...
