Unexpected Fruit of Grief

Four years ago, we were preparing for my dad's funeral by early morning light.  I was back in my childhood home under the redwoods in my mom's kitchen; writing a joint eulogy with my sister and pouring some good whiskey into a flask for the three of us.  It was rough but we were determined... Continue Reading →

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