The Day I Grew up | The things I tried to forget

Sunday March 7, 2004 The next morning our family friend drove Jason and I and her two daughters (my friends) back to the hospital early in the morning. It was a Sunday and we arrived just in time to say goodbye to Julie before her heart monitor beeps went to a flat...

Old and New: Finding New (Good) Friends After Tragedy

When my sister died I was 14 and I thought I’d have to marry someone I already knew. Let me explain: I was overwhelmed at the thought of creating a life eventually with someone who hadn’t walked with me through the hardest times. I thought my only life-long,...