Discussion of news topics with a point of view, including narratives by individuals regarding their own experiences

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.

During the summer, dappled sunlight transports me back in time. Here’s how.

Suddenly I’m 13 again, waiting for my mom to pick me up from swim practice

I say ‘I’m sorry’ way too much. I’m refusing to do so anymore — and I challenge other women to do the same.

Refusing to over-apologize doesn’t make women rude

I work as an art tutor for high schoolers. The way they choose to portray female bodies is deeply worrying.

It’s easy to help students with skills — but more difficult to change their perceptions of beauty