Writing has always been the primary way I make sense of the world.

There are many kinds of loss embedded in a loss - the loss of the person, and the loss of the self you got to be with that person. And the seeming loss of the past, which now feels forever out of reach.

What's endlessly complicated in thinking about women's gymnastics is the way that vulnerability and power are threaded through the sport.

'Hamlet' is a play about a man whose grief is deemed unseemly.

It's a blessing not to be alone in your grief but it's also painful to see your parents and siblings in pain.

What had happened still seemed implausible. A person was present your entire life, and then one day she disappeared and never came back. It resisted belief.

There is no single way of grieving. But research suggests that there are some broad similarities among grievers.