So long, goodbye, farewell.

Sunita tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. If only she could tuck her scattered emotions so neatly away. This was the first time she’d been alone since Rajiv’s Commanding Officer had called. The C.O. had spoken quietly, calmly. She wondered what it was about death that forced a stillness on everything. Continue reading

In Which I Deal with Death Doubled

This week my essay on grief was published on Modern Loss, an online journal containing resources and personal accounts about death, loss, and grief.  It’s a piece I’m proud of, and I’m delighted it was published, but it’s also a piece that causes such turmoil in me.

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