Look Mom, I Can Fly: Notes from the Wide Skies of Grieving My Only Child

How does a mother survive the death of her only child?

When Luna Jaffe's son, Hunter, died suddenly at twenty-two, her world split open. Nothing could prepare her for the tidal wave of grief that followed, nor for the silence it imposed. In the wreckage, she reached for what had always guided her-art, language, ritual. On Hunter's grave, she laid mandalas made of flowers and feathers. In the studio, she painted watercolors steeped in sorrow. In the quiet hours, she wrote letters, poems, and ...