What the Dead Ask

I didn’t know it then, but I was about to lose—and very quickly— the two men in the world I loved most and there was nothing I could do about it.

After seven years, I found myself back in the heart of the Midwest last December, battling the daily ruthlessness of winter. I had somehow forgotten how the sky would turn pitch black by 5pm, how the black ice would form on unsuspecting roads, and how the unpredictability of weather could mean a blizzard that could […]

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