Megan Glosson

A couple of weeks ago, I decided it was finally time to do a massive purge and start letting go of some of the clutter that had piled up. But each box I opened felt like it contained tiny landmines. Keys still attached to a wristlet that says “Emily.” A book we bought...

Grief can turn places into landmines, but exposure therapy helped me revisit one of the hardest places in my grief journey.

Even though Emily has been gone for two and a half years, I experienced a brand new thing today: she wasn’t the first person I wanted to talk to about a situation. As soon as I realized that someone else crossed my mind to call, I felt the blood leave my face. My...