I’ve been working on a chapbook of poetry for about seven months now, maybe a bit more. I’m almost finished, actually. I have one more piece to create. The title Continue Reading →
My son’s suicide didn’t have to happen. On Saturday August 24, 2013 Charleston, WV will host the 3rd Annual “Walk for Suicide Prevention”. The walk will take place at “Magic Continue Reading →
I was asked, several times actually, how I managed following my son’s suicide. My initial response was, “You just do.” Reflecting on that response, I think – no I know Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening, I attended my first support meeting for those of us left behind by suicide. It was a very interesting combination of uniqueness and familiarity.
My second son, and last of my children, was born May 1, 1989. He weighted 1 pound 9 ounces and spent 99 days in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. Continue Reading →
What is it that allows some people to move on, following a traumatic event, while others just shut down? How can two people witness the same tragedy and have two completely different Continue Reading →