Handbook for Grief

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I do not have a monopoly on grief. I do not have a monopoly on grief.

I do not have a monopoly on grief. I do not have a monopoly on grief.

I do not have a monopoly on grief. I do not have a monopoly on grief.

Heirloom Tomato

I 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…

This is the Crazy Book

This is the crazy book.

Pause for Station Identification

Let’s step back for a minute.

Brother Palimpsest

After you were gone, I found you in the noise and exhaust at the entrance to the Lincoln Tunnel. An urban offering that your…

The Last Time I Touched My Brother

The 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 around him, hugged him, offered a reassuring touch, let him know I loved him.

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These things always start with a phone call.[1]

[1] This, of course, is an historically inaccurate statement. Death, and the imperative to transmit and circulate information about someone’s passing, obviously precedes the invention of the telephone in the late 19th c. Can we imagine though what…

These things always start with a phone call

The phone rang about 2:30am PST. A ringing phone at that time is never a good thing…

Extension Cord (forensic report)

It makes sense really.

It makes sense that it would’ve been an extension cord.

I mean, unless you’re working on a dock or you’re out sailing in your yacht in the weekend regatta, who the hell has rope?