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Good Mourning

Living in the face of death.

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It feels callous to go on with normal life, tragedy after tragedy.

After tragedy.

After tragedy.

After massacre.

In the trenches of devastation, it feels dismissive and inappropriate to post a picture of my sunset or write about the person I love. Just as well. Because after hearing at…




Stories that matter. Emotion first and foremost.

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Acamea Deadwiler

Acamea Deadwiler

Author of the critically acclaimed book on women and relationship status, “Single That.”

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