The person I loved made it very clear it wasn’t

Reflections on suicide and other torture

A letter to my son

Slipping on a mask of normalcy

You are the sum of your parts

When everything has turned to shit

Say hello to the ones who are unlike the others

I didn’t believe in anything—until I needed to

Notes on the suicide of a friend

Checking in with myself

Grief is a process

You don't have my genes, but you have my heart