Illness precluded a timely response to blogging about something I had lost.
After settle ling in with a cup of coffee in my office on the NATO Air Force Base in Geilenkichen, Germany I retrieved t
When I was about 16, I worked all summer, baby-sitting, to earn the money to buy a ruby ring I'd seen in a store window and couldn't get out of my mind.
The hardest thing I have ever lost was my sense of self. In May 2009 I lost my job and my home within a month of each other.
There are many things in life that we all lose.
Although I missed the blog entry deadline, I felt compelled to write about this topic. This is because, without sounding shallow, the worst thing I believe I ever lost is myself. I know I canno
“If we broke up, would you feel relief or grief,” I asked my boyfriend while hanging out together on the rooftop of a Chelsea apartm
She stood under the running water for what seemed the longest time. For once, relishing in the sensation, in no rush to finish showering and hurry off to the next thing. She remembered him.
My oldest son passed away at 22. What helps me cope when the pain resurfaces are my mother's words of wisdom. "You child is a gift from heaven. Your job as a parent is to love him unconditi
Dysfunctional family’s take their own family for granted. I am the youngest child of five siblings, three brothers and a sister. We are separated by age and our last names.
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