Based in New York City, Sophia San Filippo has worked with Love What Matters as a lead editor and content curator since early 2019 and has acted as Managing Editor since early 2021. She is a Summa Cum Laude graduate of Binghamton University who holds a Bachelor of Arts in English Literature, Creative Writing, and Women, Gender, & Sexuality Studies. She is passionate about personal storytelling and creating a positive space in media to better the lives of others. On a typical day you can find her rocking out at her local concert venue, admiring nature, or baking her latest kitchen experiment.
Loss Is Ugly And Messy, But Grief Friends Make Life So Much Better
“Don’t be afraid to share. Don’t be afraid to say their name. Don’t be afraid to be raw and vulnerable. Because one day, some girl you knew way back when might need you, just as much as you need her.”
I Used To Be The One They Went To For Everything, Now I Watch Them Spread Their Wings
“Our babies will always need us, just as we will always need them. It’s hard to let go, but all the sweeter when they choose to come home.”
‘I was leaking salty tears in the parking lot.’: McDonald’s worker shares act of kindness for tired mom
“When she asked me how I was, I told her, ‘Linda, I’m tired.’ And that’s when she said, ‘I got you, Baby.'”
‘I got a 9am text from my wife asking if I wanted coffee. Later that day, she was dead.’: Man shares how he turned grief into purpose
“There’s that saying, everything happens for a reason. Well, I hate that saying. In fact, I despise it. It gave me no comfort at all. But the idea I could create something positive from this was comforting. So, that’s what I did.”
The Size Of Your House, The Number On The Scale, The Resentment Buried In Your Heart—It Doesn’t Matter In The End
“This is a photo of my grandma on her 92nd birthday, just 2 days before she passed, kissing her great, great granddaughter goodbye. What matters, in the end, is that she loved her family. Imperfect, old, ordinary US.”
We’ve Got The Backpack, School Supplies, & New Shoes, But My Heart Isn’t Ready For Him To Go To Kindergarten
“I must say goodbye to being the only one to comfort him when his heart has been hurt. I must say goodbye to being the only one to see the shimmer in his eyes when he does something for the first time he’s proud of. I must say goodbye to the little boy who grew my heart in more ways than I could ever describe. And I’ll hope and pray that it was all enough.”
Don’t Forget To Hold The Mother, Not Just The Baby
“The baby is being taken care of, and the mother needs to be seen, so she doesn’t disappear into a postpartum fog.”
‘Let the grass grow. Let the kids stomp in puddles. Let go of the words you hear from others.’: Mom’s tips for finding parenting joy
“Let yourself breathe in fully, and exhale slowly, and just exist in the moment. There’s so much beauty hidden in the mess.”
I’m Really Tired Of Being Somebody’s Widow, But Man Was I Lucky To Be His Wife
“I was at an event enjoying myself when I quickly realized I was one of the only women there not coupled up, at least not by choice.”
To My Stillborn Daughter: There’s A Hole In My Heart The Shape Of You That No Child Can Ever Fill
“What I would give just cradle your petite, warm body one more time.”