Grief
Wearing My Grief On My Sleeve
And somewhere in there, as my hands ached from the work, I began to grieve
How Watching ‘Supermarket Sweep’ Gives Me Hope After Loss
Supermarket Sweep is what gets me the closest, catapulting me back to a time when we were alive, together.
A Family History of Fear
I got a D in math and my sister got cancer. These aren’t causalities, only things that happened one right after the other.
We’re the Last Good Girls Alive
Who will remember a girl’s pain when the evidence disappears?
Skateboarding Gave Me a Way to Express My Grief
Yes, this system is imperfect. It took years—and the privilege of professional help—before I’d learn to articulate my grief in words.
After Sitting Shiva in the Pandemic, What Comes Next?
The grief of the pandemic era is ongoing. What happens if everyone is sitting shiva at once?
Inheriting My Mother’s Body
Twenty years after the not-cancer, my mother died of cancer. Maybe that’s why when they tell me it’s a fibroid I’m so afraid.
Beverly Cleary Taught Me How to Share My Divorce Story
I had tried to show the world that I was resilient, never fallible, but my unwillingness to deal with my sadness and anger was hurting me and my daughter.
Jewish Comedy as a Love Language
It’s hard to say what about it is more charming to me, the hilarity of it or the inescapable Jewishness of it. Mel Brooks could be any man in my family.
The Thrill and Grief of Being a Singlehanded Sailor
I still wonder, what is the right amount of time to grieve?