There’s the joke about the cemetery. “How many dead people are in there?” The answer: “All of them.” Or, “People are dying to get in there.” It brought a smile to my lips the first time a ten-year-old told me. … Continue reading
About Alice Wisler
Alice J. Wisler, founder of a grief-support organization, Daniel’s House Publications, is a full-time writer and author of three novels. In 1997, her four-year-old son Daniel died from cancer treatments. Since then, her writing focus has been on how to help others in grief. She gives Writing the Heartache workshops across the country. Through her organization, she designs and sells comfort cards/remembrance cards. When she isn’t writing or speaking, she is promoting her novels, Rain Song (2008), How Sweet It Is (2009), and Hatteras Girl (2010) and two cookbooks of memory, Down the Cereal Aisle and Slices of Sunlight. Her cookbooks contain stories of food and memories of children who have died. In 2009, Alice married Carl in Las Vegas, and they live with her three children in Durham, NC.
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Books by Alice Wisler
Posts by Alice Wisler
Thanks so much for sharing, Maria. I can picture Margareta right now with chocolate on her face in a pink shirt and a pair of shorts, singing her favorite song. What a tribute to her your website is!
Birthdays continue to be hard . . . I think they always will. I try to think of happy memories, grateful that my son entered my life. I try to focus on his birth and not on his death. I … Continue reading →
When my four-year-old son Daniel died, I grieved my own loss, and for my other children. My daughter Rachel was only six at the time. With her brother’s death, she lost her best friend. As I was thrown into the … Continue reading →
“Neil Chethik”:20cfosyy wrote: I benefit by writing other people’s stories. I interview people about grief and in writing their stories, I learn new insights and strategies for dealing with my own grief.[/quote:20cfosyy] Great thought, Neil!
I know the anguish of a birthday without a child. I agree with Harriet that sharing memories and laughter (if you can) really helps. Also, doing something significant in memory is important. If your child liked a certain type of … Continue reading →
Originally, I had a post here that started the topic of “Handling the Holidays”, but not sure what happened to it. I’m the moderator, I guess I should know about where missing posts go. ” title=”Confused” /> I hope you’ll … Continue reading →
Thanks, Harriet, for your words. Friends of mine just lost an older child. I grieve with them.
TCF conferences are therapeutic! I encourage parents to attend. I have been to several and it is like one big reunion filled with compassion. ~ Alice, Death of a Child Forum Editor
Thanks for sharing with us! Your words bring hope. ~ Alice, Death of a Child Forum Editor
I think it’s great to share the resources that have helped us in our grief! Writing helped me immensely when my four-year-old son Daniel died in 1997. In his memory, I write articles on bereavement and two of the places … Continue reading →
Thank you for sharing about your son Izak. Your words do help others. Keep telling his story. ~ Alice, Death of a Child Forum Editor
Thanks for sharing about Justin and what has helped you in your sorrow. What a tribute to Justin the foundation in his memory is! Thanks for sharing the books that have meant a lot to you. I read a lot, … Continue reading →
So tragic! My heart aches for you in your sorrow. So sorry for your loss. I’m glad you came to this site. This is a place where you can freely share from your heart and others will listen and understand. … Continue reading →
Have you ever not been invited to a party? Everyone you know gets an invitation. You wait for yours. It never arrives. The day of the party comes and goes. No one even called at the last minute to say, … Continue reading →
Christmas has ended, and the living room still has that unwrapped look. With the festivities now part of future memories, I anticipate the next hurdle: the start of a new year. The TV commercials romanticize champagne toasts illuminated by glowing candles. … Continue reading →
A weeping willow tree, one flowery journal, two pens (in case one ran out of ink), and a box of Puffs tissues. Those objects stayed close beside me. In my early confusion over the loss of my son, these items … Continue reading →
“It was time to dig up the thin maple that died last fall and, like Daniel, did not bloom in the spring.” It was time. In an hour the November afternoon would be dark. With Baby Elizabeth in the stroller, … Continue reading →
Sometimes I think you need a little of your own history in order to be able to understand history. I can’t remember never knowing about those relatives. They were on my Grandma Hall’s side, residing on the farm in Amelia … Continue reading →
I have a hard time believing it is the season of holidays again. While this year should be easier since it will be our fifth Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s without our son Daniel, I still feel myself putting on … Continue reading →
That holiday-pang hit my stomach the first October after Daniel died. Greeting me at an arts and craft shop were gold and silver stockings, a Christmas tree draped with turquoise balls and a wreath of pinecones and red berries. What … Continue reading →
After my four-year-old died, I was certain my family would never be the same again. It is true and has been proven over and over that we will no longer be the typical family living at the end of the … Continue reading →
I suppose my high school English teacher would like to think he made the biggest impression in my life. He loved to quote Shakespeare, Bryon and Keats. He could whip up a gourmet French dinner in a few hours. He … Continue reading →
I embraced it; I loathed it. It was a cloth bound book with blue and red swirled flowers on the cover. Inside were the raw words from my heart and soul. Once it was filled with crisp, lined pages. That … Continue reading →
October, for me, will always be radiation month. My son Daniel was diagnosed with cancer in May, and by the fall, he was scheduled for radiation treatments every morning. For two weeks, after putting my six-year-old daughter on the school … Continue reading →