The more I learn about grief, the more I learn how universal it is. Recently, I learned that a friend’s brother passed away in a sudden, shocking accident, and I offered to get together with her, to
My friends were right. Nineteen months after Ed died, when I told them I was ready to start dating and had, in fact, asked someone out, they said I would surely screw it up.
Joanne E. Sullivan of West Springfield knows grief.
It started at breakfast in the Main Street Café, just down the street in Stockbridge, Mass., from The Red Lion Inn, where my dear friend Judy Kelliher and I are were weekending with Judy’s brother
When you hold your breath long enough, it’s actually difficult to take that first swallow of air when the holding is up.
“Your reading makes me cry every time I think about it. It was raw. Powerful.” “You should put it on audio, too. It was great, and you did a great job reading it.” “Perfect.” “A moving account of
Last month I finished the first draft of my book, with a working title of More Every Day: Finding Love Even In Loss, and ever since, I've been editing and writing and asking family and close friends
Writing is a gift, and when I lead writing classes, I feel like I'm giving a gift to someone in helping them tell their story.
The most difficult story I have ever written was the story of a life, my husband’s life. I wrote his obituary after he died on Sept. 14, 2010.