Ten years after losing my brother Jim, I share the essay I wrote about him — a story woven through Durer's Praying Hands, our mother's legacy, and the mysterious power of prayer in the face of unbearable loss.
Read moreSchool closures, isolation, and upheaval have taken a steep toll on children's mental health. Experts say the key to helping kids through it rests with parents and caregivers.
Read moreMy brother Jim would be fifty-four today. We lost him to suicide seven years ago. It's up to those of us who've lost a beloved to be the hope.
Read moreOn World Mental Health Day, I reflect on losing my brother to suicide and my own battle with postpartum depression — and share an excerpt from my book on the perinatal mood disorders too many families face in silence.
Read moreThe FDA has approved the first-ever drug made specifically for postpartum depression — but at more than 0,000, it raises urgent questions about access and whether PPD will finally be recognized as the unique illness it is.
Read moreRecurring nightmares are one of many under-covered topics in the postpartum world. A new Glamour article sheds light on why those terrifying images may actually signal a mother's deep bond with her baby.
Read moreSipping tea from my Kate Spade wedding china the morning after her death, I'm reminded: we owe it to ourselves and the rising generations not to write off suicide as selfish.
Read moreLosing a baby is a tragedy that demands to be addressed. Grief is a lifelong process, but we have an amazing capacity for healing — to get stronger, rebuild, and help others along the way.
Read moreWe still treat suicide as a stain on someone's character rather than the public-health crisis it is. Four years after losing my brother, I've learned that talking is our strongest weapon against stigma.
Read moreA letter to my brother on the third anniversary of his death — because depression may have won by human standards, but not by God's.
Read moreMy brother was my protector, my surrogate mom, my best friend. In his dying words, he entrusted me with the story of his broken heart.
Read moreLosing my brother to suicide tested my faith in ways I never imagined, but God is drawing glory from the mire — even when I can't see how.
Read moreForgiveness after a suicide isn't forgetting — it's releasing the hurt to God, who can build something lovely from the ashes.
Read moreMy brother lost himself in a marriage that defined him, and the lies of worthlessness overwhelmed a man who never stopped extending grace.
Read morePostpartum depression, mother loss, my brother's suicide — life's most tragic stories aren't without beauty. Somehow, hardship makes joy sweeter, and redemption lurks in the mire.
Read moreCalling suicide selfish is ignorant and hurtful. My brother was in extreme pain, and he believed his children would suffer less without him. That is not cowardice — it is a desperate, human response to unbearable agony.
Read moreSince Jim died, I've been unwrapping 39 years of memories like gifts without a shelf life. Losing my mom was an unusual gift too — the space she left was filled by the siblings I came to know and love more deeply.
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