In the U.S. we love our emergency room dramas, fictional life-and-death scenarios punctuated with occasional, on-the-job romance.

To see ourselves like those who love us do: Some of us achieve this, and some of us struggle. Sometimes it's our physical appearance that doesn't stack up, we believe, to being lovable. And sometimes it's a perceived failure deeper within. In her post "You're So Pretty" Ivana Kidd of The Phantom Line confronts her struggle in the midst of grief painted twice--the death of her mother and a miscarriage.

This week we couldn't help but notice a theme in some of your recommendations for BlogHer of the Week. As I started to read your posts a familiar, but long tucked away, feeling of grief arose, and I was grateful I wasn't in the office at that moment, because the tears came, then again, and again. I remembered how it felt to touch bottom, experience emptiness, and then see life slowly leak back into the picture, sometimes slowly, and other times with overwhelming, ersatz saturation like Technicolor.

One can only imagine the size of the Post-Its in Jenny Lawson's house. Or the size of her cat.

When we started reading BlogHer Contributing Editor AV Flox's piece on BlogHer.com, "Learning To Fly (Or, "Trying To Date Again After Divorce)", we (or this reader, anyway) expected the usual, trenchant commentary on all things love and relationships--her "beat" on BlogHer.com.