The Weather in the Streets

One of your greatest fears was cremation.    You spoke of it so often and with true horror.    Then they went and burned your body up. They ...

I liked to put my nose in your mouth and nudge your last fragments of teeth apart so that I could better get at the clues in there, from the...

  Dear Tom, Webster’s dictionary defines death as…I kid, I kid.  Your death especially holds a lot of symbolic and historical meaning for pe...

Alex, we have so much to discuss.  A lot has happened since you left me.  There are the things I need to catch you up on: Haverford ...

It’s getting better in some ways, and much worse in others.  I have weeks of light, of hope and happiness, and then a week of relentles...

At the end of miles and miles of winding country roads, past farms both sprawling and humble, tall corn and bulky cows rumbling and rumi...

The ivy is growing back, on the wall across from Alex’s spot, the kitchen window where he sat often and for hours, playing guitar ...

Rewind three and a half months.  6:30 pm, February 3rd. "Hey, Leah, I feel really bad, weird.  Anxious and sweaty and nauseous.  Oh...

Midnight, I'm lying in the soft bed, the dog curled into my side.  She's already asleep, comfy and unworried.  I'm lying in the ...

I'm not scared of a dead body.  I know now that no harm can come to me from sitting with a beloved corpse, or holding its hand, or kissi...