The death of a child is unimaginable. Your heart breaks into a million pieces as you ponder what their life would be like.
In hindsight, I was glad I’d gone so over the top. I couldn’t have known that her first birthday party would be the only one I’d ever get to throw her.
Over the years, I've taken a keen interest in the response to death in our country. We don't like it. It makes us uncomfortable. Someplace deep inside, we believe if we're smart enough, fast enough, clever enough, it won't happen to us.
I’ve had a lot of time to review the woman my mother was. A lot of time in which to feel angry with her, or in awe of her. I’ve adored her and despised her, even in death.
There are days when I wish I had never entertained the idea of returning to school, of becoming a nurse.
By David Vienna. My first bully was my neighbor across the street.
Rare Bird is the story of a family in pain, but it’s also the story of a family full of faith and love and resilience.
I didn’t want to love him. Five months into my pregnancy, I stared at the shadowy image that appeared on the ultrasound screen—a tiny baby boy who my obstetrician predicted would …
For the first time in my life, I prayed for a miracle.
What I understand now is that accepting how little control I have means leaving my heart wide open at all times.