The only language she could speak was grief. How could he not know that? Instead, she said, "I love you." She did. She loved him. But even that didn'….

Time doesn't heal, I had learned, it just keeps moving. And it takes us with it..

We were a family that made our Halloween costumes. Or, more accurately, my mother made them. She took no suggestions or advice. Halloween costumes we….

In Orphan Train, Christina Baker Kline seamlessly knits together the past and present of two women, one young and one old. Kline reminds us that we n….

No mother should lose her child..

My daughter, Grace, was not killed by a gun. She died suddenly at age 5 from a virulent form of strep. As I stood stunned in a church at her memorial….

I was a daughterless mother. I had nowhere to put the things a mother places on her daughter. The nail polish I used to paint our toenails hardened. ….

Even now, there are still days so beautiful, I almost believe in God..

No one can write like Cheryl Strayed..

Grief doesn't have a plot. It isn't smooth. There is no beginning and middle and end..

A sibling is the lens through which you see your childhood..

I am the woman with the cool vintage glasses... I am the proud wife beside her husband... I am the writer who has written a new novel..

I have learned that there is more power in a good strong hug than in a thousand meaningful words..

I learned to knit in 2002, six months after my 5-year-old daughter, Grace, died suddenly from a virulent form of strep. I was unable to read or write….

In my adult life, I had spent a lot of time angry at God, mostly over the sudden deaths in my family - my brother at 30, my daughter at 5..

love is reliable. infatuation is temporary..

When I was seven years old, I fell in love with a series published by Bobbs-Merrill called 'The Childhood of Famous Americans.' In it, historical fig….

Don't waste your one beautiful life..

My cousins and I used to play Beatle wives. We all wanted to be married to Paul, but John was O.K. too. None of us wanted Ringo. Or even worse, Georg….

I was kind of an outsider growing up, and I preferred reading to being with other kids. When I was about seven, I started to write my own books. I ne….

Time passes and I am still not through it. Grief isn't something you get over. You live with it. You go on on with it lodged in you. Sometimes I feel….