By Michelle Villalobos The sleep still in our eyes, the early morning sun shining through her golden hair as she twirls in front of me, her giggles dancing through the room. I sit…

She never met him. We only became friends several months ago, nearly a year after his death. I told her stories. I said his name. I mentioned him from time to…

By Victoria Strong When my husband and I were told our giggling 5-month-old with perfect pudgy thigh rolls was going to die, we grieved for all she would never get to…

“I don’t care where you’ve been or what you’ve faced. I see you. I see your broken heart. I see my own, and I’ve seen the light. Take my hand. Let…

By Allison Gauvin He’s not seventeen anymore. The Jeep he drove sits in a junkyard in the hills of North Carolina and the surfboard that he once strapped to the top…

“This doesn’t mean that we act like the pain doesn’t exist. That’s called being numb. But in the light, like a flower opens in the sun’s warmth and nourishment, the light…

By Tracie Loux Do you remember being at the ocean as a child? Do you remember what if felt like to bravely go deeper and deeper, to jump the waves, to…