What my son’s book doesn’t show, what he’ll learn as he grows, is that people can be both, happy and sad, at the same time.

I didn’t want her to grow up thinking that to be strong she had to put up an icy exterior. I wanted her to know that strength comes from vulnerability.

To the mom who lost her son last year, I want you to know that I remember.

How could you let CANCER in?

I realize now that what people were really looking for as they watched my grief unfold was reassurance that they, too, could survive this terrible thing if it happened to them.

A few months after my son was born, almost every friend I had with the exception of a very special few totally disappeared.

Whatever the reason, you anticipate the coming holiday season not with joy, not with hope, but with dread.

In honor of Veterans Day, VProud.tv is asking: is it possible to see the signs of post-traumatic stress disorder before things get bad at home?

There are no words to take the pain away, but simply letting that person know you are there for them is more than enough.

I’m sorry I was foolish enough to ever think I could forget you. I’m sorry I didn’t carry you for 9 months, but know that I will forever carry you in my heart.