Always His Baby
When I was born, my brother David was already in junior high: a 12-year-old boy with glasses, gap teeth, and a sort-of-shag…
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Día los Muertos para las mascotas
Anyone who knows me knows I’ve been an animal lover since birth. I grew up in a house with eight cats, a…
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The Empty Seat at the Holiday Table
When the holidays are approaching and festivities are being planned, for families who have lost a member — which is a lot…
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Shitty Anniversary, duh.
A couple of days ago, one of the many grief-y Instagram accounts I follow posted: “Death anniversary. The shittiest of all anniversaries.”…
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Keeping Count
Every year on this day, I celebrate the fact my big brother was born. And I mourn the fact that he isn’t…
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What makes this year unforgettable?
After thinking about a short piece for a long time, which I envisioned being called “10 Things 10 Years After Your Brother…
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Feeling the Most
“When he’s free soloing, it’s when he feels the most…” Honnold’s mother starts saying to the camera and pauses, so that I…
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Ashes, Ashes
A couple of days ago, I clicked the small ornate letter T on my iPhone, as I do most mornings, and ran…
