The Never-Ending Process of Mourning

The Never-Ending Process of Mourning

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I was cleaning out a closet in my house when I pulled out a tub of crocheted items and felt a lump lodge in my throat. My father—who would have turned 70 this week but succumbed to pancreatic cancer in 2004—had made the items for me and my daughters during my...
Burying a Friend in the Back Yard

Burying a Friend in the Back Yard

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I’m not usually given to weepiness over a pet. I only have a dog, ferrets, and bearded dragons because I have kids. When my nest empties, the ferrets and dragons go with the kids. (The dog probably won’t live that long.) So you’d think when it came time to putting an...