Category Archives: family communication

Funerals are for the Living (from “Don’t Say Goodbye Without Leaving”)

In the funeral home, the God-awful music is on a loop. The ornate, flowery chairs are arranged in circles around the room as people come in and greet us. Mostly my Mom. I’m sitting by myself, and all I can … Continue reading

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Funeral

My friend’s father shot himself almost a year to the day my own father rotted inside out, his cancer-flooded body a small island, submerged with decay, every day a new piece gone. His hardened face hollowed in like a stainless-steel … Continue reading

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My Ghost Brother: A Poem

My ghost brother appears at night in the window across from my desk. He smiles, at what I’m not sure. I suspect it’s at my naivety, my belief that writing about will make him go away. He lives in my … Continue reading

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A Brother’s Loss

My latest piece in this project wasn’t published in an academic journal. It was published in Rebel Magazine, a men’s issue magazine with a circulation over half a million (a big shift in readership and demographics). The story starts on … Continue reading

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Where You Been? From “Don’t Say Goodbye Without Leaving”

I scan the party for my brother’s face, his familiar blond curls, crazy and wild, towering over everyone else. Nothing. The windows are fogging up, a common problem with house parties in the Michigan winter. I can see the hazy … Continue reading

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Clicking into Oblivion

Like most of my searches for long lost people nowadays, the search for my brother started online. I knew he was dead. I was just looking for evidence that he existed, something tangible besides the memories rattling around in tarnished … Continue reading

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Message in a digital bottle

The night my brother died, I received a text message on my cell phone. This was 2001, so the flip phone was primitive by today’s standards. Text messages were only used in emergencies, and they were so rare and exotic … Continue reading

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