Waterbabies by Heather Diamond
When he arrives, I am holding the paper bag (because the woman is always holding the bag) they gave each of us in the recovery room where one brash young woman ...
Category: Grief
20 Minute Read/Aging/Alzheimer's/Family/Featured/Funny/Grief/Health/Inspirational/Literature/Loss/Love/Memory/Mental Health/nonfiction/On Memory/personal essay
Debris by Cindy Bradley
After hip surgery, my father’s memory is all over the map. As he recuperates in rehab, he tells us he’s been to Spain, England, Oakland and even Kabul, all in t...
15 Minute Read/2018 Recovery Essay Award Winners/Family/Grief/Inspirational/Loss/Love/Memoir/nonfiction/On Memory/Recovery/Regret/trauma
Losing My Words by Author Evelyn Krieger
If recovery means you are no longer sick, or even that you are simply functioning again, then perhaps I have recovered.
Fifty Miles by Sheryl St. Germain
If I were a religious person, I would say something blessed me that day. But I’m not a religious person. Perhaps some part of me believed, as I still do, in the...
#MeToo/#SAAM/10 Minute Read/2018 #MeToo Selected Shortlist Essay/Girls & Women/Grief/Health/Loss/Memoir/MeToo/nonfiction/Rape Culture/trauma
Smeared by Rachel Carson
"Did you know some hospitals have an entire department dedicated to rape victims?"
5 Minute Read/ACEs/Adversity/Childhood/Escape/Family/Girls & Women/Grief/Identity/Literature/Loss/Memoir/Mommy Dearest/nonfiction/PTSD/Secrets/The Life/trauma
They Don’t Live in Dallas by Anna Mullins
Sometimes you lie so much you begin to believe what you say. Sometimes you don’t even have to say the lies out loud to believe them.
Spare by Maame Blue
It wouldn’t be the last time I tried to cure a broken heart with recklessness.
2018 #Guns And People Runners Up/3 Minute Read/Contests and Prizes/Family/Grief/Guns/Loss/nonfiction/Regret
Death and Grief by Patricia Woodell
I had been looking out of the window, just ten feet away. I had been at that spot since they began shooting and I knew I hadn’t moved, turned my head nor blinke...
Pistol Shooting Basics by Krista Hanley
I thought about Columbine. About thirteen dead, two killers, and me, seventeen-year-old me, crouched on the floor of the cafeteria while two of my friends gunne...