NOTIONS: Little ditty ’bout livin’ in the wake of dyin’
Several months ago, I broke bread with two editors of this esteemed journal. Over soup and salad, we concluded I’d said enough in this space of my bout with Grief. We figured you readers had grown weary of the topic, as had we. But Grief has a way of lingering. She shows up, unannounced, for cameos. As you stand at the shore, the wave of your future finally, joyfully rolling in and crashing ’round, Grief plays the undertow, luring you…