The doctors scratched their heads. This was improbable. Week after week the lovely young woman and her devoted husband arrived at the...

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

Sacred Sorrows introduces "Meags," our newest contributing writer. Meagen Winter resides in Arizona with her husband Paul and her dog...

It's creeping up on us. Almost here. Just a few more days. The calendar doesn't have to remind us. We can feel it in our bones. In our...

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...

I just spent a blessed 4 days with 11 grieving mothers on the sprawling, gorgeous grounds of a Los Altos, California retreat center....

Today is my son Chad’s birthday - and he would have been 33 years old. But he isn't, because he died.

For the average Joe, Josephine, or Jo Jo, it can be a difficult and challenging endeavor to sit down, settle in, and enter the quiet...

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...

Why am I discouraged? Why is my heart so sad? In my unfathomable grief, your depth calls to the depth of my soul. I’m supposed to hope in...

Imagine taking a few days away to disconnect from everyday stressors and immerse yourself in the beauty of the natural world.

Entering the New Year can be a little tricky for grieving mothers and grandmothers. Yes, we’ve made it through the holiday season - which...

The Great Disruption of a global pandemic has been “a lot.” But you have experienced a greater Disruption - the loss of your child.

It seems that I am being called to exchange “even” for “essence” this Christmas.

Some things that help. They might not seem like much, but when you’re in a state near freak-out mode, even a little makes a difference.

Going to that wedding might take your breath away.

Dedicated to the grieving families of Waukesha, WI. The pilgrims expected a child to die. I did not.

Consent and allow myself to be led to wherever mystery and the presence of God leads. Show up with the tears.

I dreamt about my son Chad last night. That doesn’t happen very often but when it does, I love it.