Words and Deeds
I think a lot about what it must be like to be Jeff now. The strangest thing is when yourContinue Reading
Category: Death
The Fact of Death
I didn’t conceive of death… actual death… until I was 27 years old. It was the middle of the night,Continue Reading
Being Forgotten. That’s What Death Is.
I am not unlike much of America: I am obsessed with Game of Thrones. Yes, I read the books. Yes,Continue Reading
Grief’s Magic Trick
My favorite authors are people who have words to describe things that I may have intuitively known, but didn’t haveContinue Reading
In the Meantime
Jeff proposed next to the Mystic River. The sun was setting and it stretched its purple and yellow fingers acrossContinue Reading
