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My mom used to say to me, " My cup runneth over ." We often said it to each other when we wanted to express gratitude and share how much we ...

"There are no miracles. There is just this. The love that nourished your happiness will nourish your pain." — Geneviève Jurgensen , The Disa...

Nightmare is too gentle a word for what it feels like to live without my mother. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to do it for the rest of my l...

Mark Rothko - "No.5 (Red, Black and Brown-Black)" (1963) Today was my 37th birthday. I am documenting it, but I have little to say about it....

Frida Kahlo - "The Broken Column" (1944) Can you believe I'm here, walking around, as my heart hangs out of my chest? There is nothing like ...

A year ago today, my mother died. I couldn't imagine living one day without her. Now, I've lived 365 days without her. Every day, for the re...

In the past week, the grief has been physically affecting me. I expected as much in the lead-up to the one-year anniversary of my mother's d...

One of the most beautiful memories of my life is watching the DVD of Simon & Garfunkel: The Concert in Central Park with my father when ...