A Mother Is Beyond Any

When My Mother Was Sick, I Found Myself Needing To Put Down In My Journals All Sorts Of Things - To Try To Understand Them, And, I Think, To Try To Remember Them.

Our Minds Are Mysterious; Our Conscious Brain Is Like A Ship On A Sea That Is Obscure To Us.

I Envy My Jewish Friends The Ritual Of Saying Kaddish - A Ritual That Seems Perfectly Conceived, With Its Built-in Support Group And Its Ceremonious Designation Of Time Each Day Devoted To Remembering The Lost Person.

There Is No Single Way Of Grieving. But Research Suggests That There Are Some Broad Similarities Among Grievers.

Loss Is So Paradoxical: It Is At Once Enormous And Tiny.