Our lives are shaped as much by those who leave us as they are by those who stay. Loss is our legacy. Insight is our gift. Memory is our guide — Hope Edelman Copy Share Image
Rachel Resnick's story of love lost and love sought cracks open the timeworn addiction narrative to release something raw, probing, brave, and redemptive. The… — Hope Edelman Copy Share Image
Writers seek to create order out of the chaos of everyday life, and to extract meaning from both the tragic and the mundane — Hope Edelman Copy Share Image
“I see the enormous value of a mother's presence because I live everyday with its absence.” — Hope Edelman Copy Share Image
I couldn't chance failing in New York yet, letting the city fail me. It was the only place I knew I belonged. If I… — Hope Edelman Copy Share Image
“With my mother, I felt helpless all the time. Sometimes I feel helpless as a mother, but I know it’ll pass. And this time,… — Hope Edelman Copy Share Image
Someone did us all a grave injustice by implying that mourning has a distinct beginning, middle, and end. — Hope Edelman Copy Share Image
Our lives are shaped as much by those who leave us as they are by those who stay. Loss is our legacy. Insight is… — Hope Edelman Copy Share Image
The degree to which a surviving parent copes is the most important indicator of the child's long-term adaptation. Kids whose surviving parents are unable… — Hope Edelman Copy Share Image
There is an emptiness inside of me -- a void that will never be filled. No one in your life will ever love you… — Hope Edelman Copy Share Image
“A daughter whose mother chose to leave her or was incapable of mothering may feel like a member of the emotional underclass, like a… — Hope Edelman Copy Share Image
“Witnessing a mother's slow physical decline can be the equivalent of of experiencing long-term trauma. The daughter's feelings of helplessness, anger, and fear persist.… — Hope Edelman Copy Share Image
“Even though we knew she was going to die eventually, when it happened it was still a terrible, rude shock. I thought I was… — Hope Edelman Copy Share Image
