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.

I went to a party that was supposed to be socially distanced. It ended up testing my boundaries.

I kept thinking, ‘Am I okay with this?’

Ruth Bader Ginsburg changed the country we live in. Now is our chance to honor that work.

It’s time to turn our grief into fuel for change

Coronavirus helped me rekindle my relationship with running. But it’s complicated.

When I was younger, I loved to run but obsessed over my weight