Grandparents’ Day

Yesterday was Grandparents’ Day. If you forgot or were too busy enjoying the last hurrah of summer or simply didn’t know, now’s your chance to remedy that. Stop what you’re doing, call that special someone right now, and say thank you. Never underestimate what an incredible treasure it is to know them and to know … More Grandparents’ Day

3 Days With Shirley

Last year at this time, I was cheering alongside Sue’s family and friends at the Minneapolis-St. Paul 3 Day for the Cure. Standing by my side: Szaba (well, she was crawling actually), my hilarious nephew Aaron, my sweet niece Ali, and Sue’s phenomenal mother, Shirley.

1-Year Blogiversary

As my Facebook page so kindly keeps reminding me, it’s Sue’s birthday today. Trust me: I know. Not coincidentally, I started this blog one year ago in her honor. Lately, I’ve been putting a lot of thought into what I want to do with it going forward—and what you want from it. I wrote lists. … More 1-Year Blogiversary

Reach Out

Besides my sister Robin, there’s no one in the world I’ve been friends with longer than Amber. And yet, even I had no idea what to say to her when I found out her younger brother had died in a car crash. Four years later, this Castle Heart project finally gave me the nerve to … More Reach Out

Arroz Con Pollo

As most of you know, since my mother-in-law’s death I’ve been on a mission to find ways to keep the memory of Sue alive for my baby girl. That desire, in turn, sparked a passion to help other families in the same situation. Unfortunately, I have many close friends mourning the loss of a parent, right … More Arroz Con Pollo

How to Apologize

If you ever want to feel really REALLY shitty about yourself: Leave important people out of the obituary. Yes, I’ve done that. Me, the editor. The supposedly thoughtful, sentimental one. And let me tell you, add that feeling to the general crumminess of grief, and you have the perfect recipe for a clammy pit of … More How to Apologize

Soak It In

It’s that time. The time of year worse than the whole of winter combined. When we’ve had it. With every synapse of our minds, every follicle of our skin, every phantom cell of our soul: We need Summer. But Summer is a flighty, uncaring temptress. She takes her damn time. She naps and adorns her hair and organized her closets. … More Soak It In