Many Americans Don't Mourn In Public Anymore

I Think About My Mother Every Day. But Usually The Thoughts Are Fleeting - She Crosses My Mind Like A Spring Cardinal That Flies Past The Edge Of Your Eye: Startling, Luminous, Lovely... Gone.

My Mother Never Liked Mother's Day. She Thought It Was A Fake Holiday Dreamed Up By Hallmark To Commodify Deep Sentiments That Couldn't Be Expressed With A Card.

One Of The Ideas I've Clung To Most Of My Life Is That If I Just Try Hard Enough It Will Work Out.

We Have An Idea - A Very Modern Idea - That Dying Is Undignified. But I Think This Is Because We Have The Illusion That We Can Control Our Bodies And Our Fates.

There Is No Single Way Of Grieving. But Research Suggests That There Are Some Broad Similarities Among Grievers.