When my husband d:ied, I thought the grief would be the hardest thing I would ever endure. I was wrong. A few days after the funeral, when our son said he couldn’t sleep in his own bed, I discovered just how much of my life I hadn’t truly understood.
Daniel and I had been married for sixteen years before cancer took him.
We had six children: Caleb, ten; Emma, eight; twins Lily and Nora, six; Jacob, four; and little Sophie, who had just turned two when he passed.
When my ex-husband called to say our ten-year-old son Howard had broken his leg, he insisted it was a simple scooter accident. “I was right there,” he…
The wind cut across the expansive asphalt of the long-term parking lot at Toronto Pearson International Airport, carrying with it the biting, damp chill of a Canadian…
Her face was a mixture of professionalism and a flicker of disbelief. “Mrs. Thompson, may I speak with you alone for a moment?” she asked, glancing at…
I let out a short laugh. Not because it was funny. Because it felt unnecessary. “Why?” I asked. She blinked. “Why what?” “Why go?” I said, leaning…
At my engagement party, my mother cornered me and demanded I hand over my $60,000 fund to my sister. When I refused, she slapped me in front…
Born Together, Comforted Together: A Glimpse Into the Earliest Bond Long before words, memories, or understanding take shape, human connection begins. In a quietly powerful video that…