"If you ever get the chance to love a person who knows grief, do not let them go."

Collectively our hearts broke for our sister in sacred sorrow. As grieving mothers, we understand the terrible truth.

Once upon a time (and what seems like only just yesterday), I was wandering the china and crystal section of Marshall Field's in Chicago.

Those we have loved, though now beyond our view, live on, unfailingly feeding our hearts and minds and imaginations. (Morris Adler)

Looking back, I think we were afraid of what we might discover. My world and focus had narrowed, and I was restless, unable to take a breath

A comforting poem.

Five things that I wish another grieving mom would have told me that first Thanksgiving.

I've got lots of stories, but do I share "the story" when I don't know if those present have experienced what I have?

A beautiful poem by Jan Richardson Let us agree for now that we will not say the breaking makes us stronger or that it is better to have...

Enough with the questions already--not.

Each year I try to prepare myself spiritually and emotionally for the onslaught of continuous "holiday merriment."

In memory of all the souls who have gone before us, Sacred Sorrows prayerfully and respectfully posts one of the traditional prayers of...

Our recent "Mother's Love & Loss" retreat on the beautiful grounds of the Jesuit Retreat Center in Los Altos Hills deeply impacted the...

We grieve differently--and that is okay.

He discerns my going out and my lying down. But what about you? I wonder.

Sacred Sorrows introduces "Roberta," our newest contributing writer. Roberta Bazaldua resides in Arizona and fills her days servicing the...

What are you giving up for Lent?

The conversations I have with others since my son Chad died can be quite surreal. I recently observed (in an out-of-body sort of way) the...

1. Stay. Don’t Run. It takes courage to be present to a friend in circumstances this difficult. Be courageous. Answer the telephone when...

A couple of months after my son Chad died, I was sitting in my grief counselor’s office, spending the better part of an hour telling her...