Grief is a disease.
The ‘New Normal’ Begins Now
I am a dead man — dead inside, anyway. The suicide of my second son 11 days ago has sucked all the oxygen from life; I’m a dead…
I’ve fallen under the spell of a Dominatrix named Grief; this bitch was born to wield pain. There is a rhythm to her ways…
“This is our last family reunion. It’s the first in a morgue.”
“This is our last family reunion. It’s…
The scene in his room is a violent still life portrait of a desperate and tortured soul. It’s been four days since my son killed…
The report of Fairfax, Va., police officer Tracy Perkins is written in clean, clinical prose: “At…
My son’s official death certificate arrived the other day. It is his only obituary. A minimalist statement, devoid of drama. As cold and sterile…