An Adult Camper's Heartbreak, Strength and Camp HOPE Experience Bailey with her children and husband before he passed. It looks like heartbreak. It looks like anger. It looks like exhaustion. It looks like love with nowhere to go. And this weekend, so many of you were brave enough to let that be seen. There is something incredibly powerful about sitting in a room full of people who understand that loss doesn’t just break your heart — sometimes it changes your entire identity.

Some of you have heard, but many have not, I have some news that I'm going to do my best to share with compassion, validation, and...

How Día de Muertos (Day of the Dead) changed the way I grieve. Lilia Figueroa is the author of this blog post. She is a daughter, sister,...

My own grief experience My sister Sara was a beautiful 9lb black-haired baby and while the birth of the child should be filled with joy,...

Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. -Henry David Thoreau Hi! My name is Maria and I'm excited to take on the role of...

"Grief is Love" Living with Loss A grief book? Just what I want to read on a lazy Saturday morning. After looking at it on my bookshelf...

Welcome Back Each winter, campers who attended a spring or fall camp are invited back to Camp HOPE to participate in a reunion weekend. ...

The Light We Share By: Vicky Wittman “There are some who bring a light so great to the world, that even after they have gone, the light...

"Our Name is HOPE" By Becky Loy A month has passed since our fall Camp HOPE where we reached a landmark of sorts. And I’m not sure how to...

Embracing Equity