3 December 2020 Meghan O'Rourke Grief is a bad moon, a sleeper wave. It’s like having an inner combatant, a saboteur who, at the slightest change in the sunlight, or at the first notes of a jingle for a dog food commercial, will flick the memory switch, bringing tears to your eyes.
3 December 2020 Meghan O'Rourke My whole life, I had been taught to read and study, to seek understanding in knowledge of history, of cultures.
3 December 2020 Meghan O'Rourke It’s all too easy when talking about female gymnasts to fall into the trap of infantilizing them, spending more time worrying more about female vulnerability than we do celebrating female strength.
3 December 2020 Meghan O'Rourke But there is a discomfort that surrounds grief. It makes even the most well-intentioned people unsure of what to say. And so many of the freshly bereaved end up feeling even more alone.
3 December 2020 Meghan O'Rourke My mother died of metastatic colorectal cancer shortly before three P.M. on Christmas Day of 2008. I don’t know the exact time of her death, because none of us thought to look at a clock for a while after she stopped breathing.
