No one can love us like family, and no one can hurt us like family.
Grief
Feast of the Holy Innocents: 2,000 years later we still remember the pain their mothers felt
Thirty-four years ago I held my child, my 22-month-old son, cradling him in my arms as I watched the last flicker of his life ebb away.
What do you do for loved ones who have died?
America asked readers through our email newsletter and social media platforms what they do for their loved ones who have died. Seventy-eight percent of readers described how they memorialize loved ones with photos and other objects. “I remember the people I love with pictures,” wrote Sister Ginger Downey of Huntington, Ind. “[Pictures] of my grandmother […]
When my daughters joined #MeToo, I knew I had to tell my story.
Thanks to social media, thousands of stories of sexual harassment and sexual assault are going viral under the social media movement, #MeToo.
I am a sexual assault survivor. The psalms gave me new words to define myself.
I found my voice in the cries of the ancient psalmist.
My daughter died by suicide 14 years ago. This is what I’ve learned.
I no longer say she committed suicide, because she did not commit a sin or a crime.
Remembering 9/11 as a Christian, not an American
Forgiveness is the only way out.
Can I be a good husband and father if my own dad wasn’t?
My father was a decorated New York City police officer, but he retired early to focus on his drinking.
Seeing myself in the Black Madonna
I grew up in the era of “Black is Beautiful.” But standing before ‘La Moreneta’ was different.
Paying our respects to Brian Doyle
Brian Doyle’s essays were filled with grace and unconcerned with grammar.
