No one has ever asked me directly. But over the last eight years since my son died, I have often contemplated whether I—if given the opportunity—would erase the pain. If I had…

Last Saturday, Ben and I were getting ready to go out to dinner just the two of us. Hair done. Makeup on. Out of the sweatpants. The whole deal. As we were…

When it comes to Christmas, my husband says I’m like a little child. I still can’t sleep the night before, tossing and turning in anticipation. One of my favorite parts of the…