Our mothers are our most direct connection to our history and gender.

Someone did us all a grave injustice by implying that mourning has a distinct beginning, middle, and end.

Writers seek to create order out of the chaos of everyday life, and to extract meaning from both the tragic and the mundane

When a daughter loses a mother, the intervals between grief responses lengthen over time, but her longing never disappears. It always hovers at the edge of her awareness, prepared to surface at any time, in any place, in the least expected ways.

a mother's death also means the loss of the consistent, supportive family system that once supplied her with a secure home base, she then has to develop her self-confidence and self-esteem through alternate means. Without a mother or mother-figure to guide her, a daughter also has to piece together a female self-image of her own.

New York City is filled with random, quirky moments like this, chance collisions that just might change your life.

When a mother dies, a daughter’s mourning never completely ends.