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My partner and I are currently navigating a painful, ever evolving grief cycle. It began as anticipatory grief: the knowledge that our foster daughter wouldn’t be staying with us. Even when she was still in our home, I was mourning her loss, and it felt so complicated. Now that she’s gone, back with her family, it’s even tougher. We’re in a stage our therapist described as ambiguous grief. There’s no end to the sadness; there’s no funeral to attend. There is the loss of my identity as a mother and parent, as well as the actual, physical loss of Daisy. Everything in our home still reminds me of her, and I can’t bear to change a thing in her room. It’s getting better, but it’s a daily struggle.

Libraries have always been a sanctuary for me. Here are 9 reasons I love them so much.

Here’s one reason: Librarians, with their infinite knowledge, sometimes feel magical

Creative burnout is inevitable. I recently took a different approach to overcome it — and it worked.

I was inspired by my friend’s comment about ‘fallow periods’

As a fat person, fear and shame have kept me from going to a spa. But I deserve to be pampered, too.

Until recently, I was even too afraid to take a fancy, candlelit bath in my own home