PinnedHow Our Home Changed After Our Daughter Became Sick“Today, my body is no longer the same home June and I once shared, but it will always be a home for all of my kids to return to.”Jan 541Jan 541
PinnedPublished inAge of EmpathyI’d Lie to the Pediatrician If It Meant I’d SurviveThis is trauma.Jun 923Jun 923
PinnedPublished inAge of EmpathyThe Days We Spend in the ChairBedtime with my children is more of a ritual than a routineJan 618Jan 618
PinnedPublished inThe MemoiristThe Lie That Was Born The Day Our Daughter DiedWhen asked how many children I have, I still don’t know what to say.Jan 1955Jan 1955
PinnedPublished inGrief Book ClubBalancing Suffering and Happiness After Our Daughter DiedThe bad moments were excruciating, but the good moments were magnificent.Jan 1439Jan 1439
Published inThe MemoiristWhat I Feared Most After My Daughter Died Saved My LifeBy creating new rituals, I wore my broken heart into something more tolerable.Nov 2339Nov 2339
Published inGrief Book ClubHow My Daughter’s Death Changed My Relationship With TimeI long for the innocence I once had as a child.Oct 3061Oct 3061
Published inGrief Book ClubMy Daughter Shines Her Light Into My Life With the Number 22This is how we keep June alive, every day.Sep 2915Sep 2915