Grief, Love, and Oxytocin
Someone asked me about grief the other day and my mind went blank. Instead of a clear path to the next cogent thought, I hit a wall. How could I capture an experience so universally human and so deeply individual?
Someone asked me about grief the other day and my mind went blank. Instead of a clear path to the next cogent thought, I hit a wall. How could I capture an experience so universally human and so deeply individual?
Today, my oldest ran by my side as my youngest scootered behind…