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A gulf to fall into: suicide in the house

My father was a difficult child.  Already I forget where I learned this.  I can almost hear my aunt telling me in her matter-of-fact way.  But then I see the tiny, cramped script of my grandmother’s journal.  But, no, the phrasing … Continue reading

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