By John Bauerschmidt
In 1978, the poet Denise Levertov released Life in the Forest, a collection that contained a handful of poems written around the time of her mother’s death. I encountered these poems for... Read More...
By Tyler Been
Two days after Easter, my wife and I found out that our expected child was dead. She should have been twelve weeks along in the womb, but she measured at eight weeks, and there was no heartbeat... Read More...
By Rosemary Kew
In the small English town of Oundle, where my mother spent 35 of her last years, daffodils were planted in 1919 in memory of the men who never came home after the Great War. Those daffodils have been there for over a century now, and how the... Read More...
By Marisa Crofts
Some of us have lost family members. Some of us have lost jobs. All of us have lost something at some point this past year, whether that’s a favorite hobby or just time with friends.
Goin... Read More...
By Jean McCurdy Meade
When we were children, and as we raised our children, we often observed burials in our back yards when a dear pet died. A nephew once asked his Presbyterian Elder mother (my sister) if ... Read More...
By William Yale
My mother died of pancreatic cancer at age fifty-six; I was fifteen. For ten months, she endured chemotherapy and radiation treatment, until she collapsed and was hospitalized. She spent two weeks in the hospital, in and out of consciousness... Read More...
The desire, and lack of solution, for more attention to God continues to gnaw at the corners of my mind and heart. And then this past weekend, my dog died.