The other day I realized that over the course of the past month I had barely posted to our Instagram account.... I often fantasize about deleting my Instagram account. My self-control is paltry. In fact, I don't even allow myself to keep the app on my phone. I redownload it every...

Seven tips for making it through trigger days.

Nothing says your loved one is dead like the all encompassing beauty of a perfect spring day.

When I read a memoir by a person who is nearing the end of their life, I primarily feel thankful. Not necessarily that I'm alive (though that's there too), but that a person whose time is short has chosen to dedicate a large portion of that time to give us insight...

December | 2003 The gravel crunches after I shift to drive and we slowly begin the descent down our driveway. The roles are reversed. Instead of my dad driving me to a sleepover while we listen to classical music or Fat Bottomed Girls, I am now his chauffeur. I don't choose any background...

  Earlier this summer I posted on Instagram  that it was my dad’s birthday. I honestly haven’t been thinking a lot about my dad - my head and heart are too wrapped up in the loss of my sister. Right now, I’m not a great model for managing multiple losses, as...