“In the aftermath of loss…”

From “Nobody’s Son,” a painful, lovely and secular piece of grief writing by Mark Slouka in The New Yorker. I don’t want to be misunderstood: I’m not selling this as any kind of blueprint, any kind of three- or five- or eight-step program to anything at all; as far as I can tell, there is […]

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“The Scars Remain Tender”

The scars remain tender. Never, ever healed, but only lightly scabbed over. Time does not heal all wounds, but only allows us to adapt, if we can, to a life that is forever altered. Some wounds are like physical disabilities that will never heal, but can only be compensated for, adapted to. Neil Peart Is […]

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