I’d been handing out “988” cards in the candle booth like Halloween candy, for weeks, and here I was in…
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He Was Our Superman
The day before Joe died, I was sitting in the parking lot at Sams Club drafting a text to all…
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Desperate, Not Selfish
It’s been nearly one year now since Joe died, by suicide. Even speaking those three words and forming a sentence…
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