PinnedInGrief Book ClubbyJacqueline Dooley·Oct 9, 2024Being Defined by Grief Isn’t A CurseI don’t feel lost because I have the moon — and my grief — to guide me.A response icon49A response icon49
PinnedInAge of EmpathybyJacqueline Dooley·Nov 10, 2024Nature is a HomecomingA photo essay in four seasonsA response icon48A response icon48
PinnedInHuman PartsbyJacqueline Dooley·Jul 8, 2023Why Do We Have To Be So Efficient?Imagine what life might be like with no one endlessly yammering on about maximizing your time.A response icon117A response icon117
PinnedInHuman PartsbyJacqueline Dooley·Mar 22, 2021A Letter From My Daughter on the 4th Anniversary of Her DeathOn having faith, and giving permission to let goA response icon77A response icon77
PinnedInGrief Book ClubbyJacqueline Dooley·May 9, 2019My Child DiedThe unthinkable happened to my daughter. Here’s why I need people to know about it.A response icon138A response icon138
InGrief Book ClubbyJacqueline Dooley·Nov 1My daughter’s Day of the Dead altar has changed over the yearsIt’s become a way to bring her forward with usA response icon10A response icon10
InGrief Book ClubbyJacqueline Dooley·Oct 25In the end, it will be the moons I rememberAn illustrated chronicle of the October moonA response icon6A response icon6
InGrief Book ClubbyJacqueline Dooley·Oct 18Writer’s block and my chaotic mindI’m stuck in a frozen lakeA response icon9A response icon9
InGrief Book ClubbyJacqueline Dooley·Oct 116 Years of Writing About the October MoonWhat started with my daughter’s 4th grade science project, has become a beloved ritualA response icon29A response icon29
InGrief Book ClubbyJacqueline Dooley·Sep 26What happens when all the writers are gone?This new existential crisis is brought to you by AIA response icon6A response icon6