I may have lost my father twenty-five years ago, but no-one told me about the complicated nature of grief.
Kristen Arnett’s book of the dead is a scintillating illumination of what we do when we lose those we love.
The loss of a friend is grief that society dismisses, however, new research believes that the grief is on par with losing a family member.
Returning to Sacramento on a flight with drink and book in hand, one’s mind tends to wander to a time passed, and the vacant space off my hip.
Today, after 17 days of visceral grieving, the Orca that carried her dead young on her nose let go. Considering many of us deny grief, there’s a lesson here.