With the holidays once again bursting everywhere, like many of you, I get nostalgic for those I miss that are no longer here. It got me thinking about grief. They say loss heals with time, and I think that is true. The pain is nowhere as acute as in the beginning. But the rest remains. That is how it is with my mother, who died in 2013. We were so close we were like one person, so at her passing, it took me a long time to feel whole again. But she is still with me, espec

The Little Voice It was one of those rare times in your life when everything felt golden. You’d been through the worst of it, and you’d come out shining. Nothing could touch you now. You got it. You’d learned. You knew how to navigate life’s land mines. I was 38. I had survived a gut retching divorce. My son, who was born five weeks premature and spent two weeks in the hospital, was now nine years old, and smart, healthy and thriving. I was married to a man I had fall