Not a poem, really. More like a stream of consciousness… He was alive on Mother’s Day. Did he already know? Was a plan in motion?
Two years before my son died, he spent a little over three months in jail, first awaiting extradition from Chicago back to California, and then
I WORRIED I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction, will the earth turn as it was
A Washington Post article published on December 15, entitled, “Parents Horrified After Priest Used Teen’s Funeral to Condemn Suicide,” caught my eye. Anything with the
I have recently learned of another mother, someone I don’t even know, who is putting herself through the hell of self-blame and guilt as the
Today is World Suicide Prevention Day. For those of us who have lost a loved one to suicide, this is a bittersweet day. Bitter because