Leigh RaifordinHandbook for GriefidonothaveamonopolyongriefI do not have a monopoly on grief. I do not have a monopoly on grief.Jul 16, 2020Jul 16, 2020
Leigh RaifordinHandbook for GriefHeirloom TomatoI stared at the plate with only a tomato on it. I didn’t want a hamburger or salad or cole slaw or any of the other foods laid out at this…Jul 16, 2020Jul 16, 2020
Leigh RaifordinHandbook for GriefThis is the Crazy BookThis is the crazy book.Jul 16, 2020Jul 16, 2020
Leigh RaifordinHandbook for GriefPause for Station IdentificationLet’s step back for a minute.Jul 16, 2020Jul 16, 2020
Leigh RaifordinHandbook for GriefBrother PalimpsestAfter you were gone, I found you in the noise and exhaust at the entrance to the Lincoln Tunnel. An urban offering that your fellow nite…Jul 16, 2020Jul 16, 2020
Leigh RaifordinHandbook for GriefThe Last Time I Touched My BrotherThe last time I touched my brother was March 5th, 2010. This wasn’t the last time I saw him alive. But it was the final time I put my arm…Jul 16, 2020Jul 16, 2020
Leigh RaifordinHandbook for GrieffnThese things always start with a phone call.[1]Jul 16, 2020Jul 16, 2020
Leigh RaifordinHandbook for GriefThese things always start with a phone callThe phone rang about 2:30am PST. A ringing phone at that time is never a good thing — a friend in need, a drunk ex, an accident, always…Jul 16, 2020Jul 16, 2020
Leigh RaifordinHandbook for GriefExtension Cord (forensic report)It makes sense really.Jul 15, 2020Jul 15, 2020
Leigh RaifordinHandbook for GriefBlack Girl in Germany, part the firstin which the author ruminates on the virtues and tyrannies of facebookJul 15, 2020Jul 15, 2020
