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.