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Essays, opinions, and poetry about grief, loss, and sad things.

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Jacqueline Dooley in Grief Book Club

Childhood Cancer Held My Family Hostage

September is Childhood Cancer Awareness Month and our color is gold

Author’s painting of a tree at night, gilded in gold and looking quite fluffy.

Author’s painting of a tree at night, gilded in gold and looking quite fluffy.

Sydney in Grief Book Club

My Mother’s Library

The bittersweet legacy of my mom’s books

Jacqueline Dooley in Grief Book Club

There’s No Shame in Staying in One Place

Whatever small desire I had to travel died with my daughter.

Jacqueline Dooley in Grief Book Club

Mother’s Day From a Place That Aches

Yesterday was hard.

Damane Zehra in Grief Book Club

Grieving The Loss of The Childhood I Never Had

My students are teaching me how to experience childhood…

Kera Hollow in Grief Book Club

Happy Mother's Day to The Man Who Raised Me

Expressing my gratitude for my single father

Jessica Ann in Grief Book Club

My Father's Things Are More Than Clutter — They’re Memories of a Life Lived

Decluttering my mind…

Jacqueline Dooley in Grief Book Club

A Month of Dreams, Grief, Birthdays, and Love

In the eighth May without Ana, I’m learning to find her in the stillness.

Beth Riungu in Grief Book Club

Long, white clapboard house with 3 chimneys, the side is covered by a painting of the upper body of a black woman — eyes closed, hand reaching up to pluck a miracle, a blue butterfly at her throat chakra, and a gold halo behind her head.

Long, white clapboard house with 3 chimneys, the side is covered by a painting of the upper body of a black woman — eyes closed, hand reaching up to pluck a miracle, a blue butterfly at her throat chakra, and a gold halo behind her head.

Unproud Moments in Bankers Boxes

A poem

Frances A. Chiu, Ph.D. | writing coach | editor in Grief Book Club

Two women seated at a dinner table.

Two women seated at a dinner table.

How I Lost my Mother — and Found a Healing Community

Lessons learned through courage, commemoration…