For me, the process of writing poetry is about writing feelings, and those feelings come from memories. There is nothing worth writing...

In our society we deal with grief differently among different people. While grief is universal and everyone feels it when a loved one...

Immediately after my father died, twelve years ago, I visited his grave three days a week for the following eight years. Then I felt I no...

I never cried after my loved ones died. I wanted to, but as my mother’s caregiver I had to be strong for her after my father passed away....

After my parents died, their belongings that were left behind in their home became special to me. It was all that was left of them, and...

On these beautiful autumn days I am lured outside. As the temperatures cool down, and the trees shed their leaves in preparation for the...

When a parent dies, no matter how old you are, you are always a little child once more, left feeling abandoned and bereaved. When my...