Reflections on Time and The Dying Process Stages
While we are all faced with a finite number of days left to live, most of us have no idea exactly how many.
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The Day I Killed Someone
This essay was originally published by The Bold Italic. I stood there on the Napa River Bridge, gripping the railing for what seemed like the longest time, trying to figure out what had just happened, as a fireball engulfed the wreckage of crunched metal to my right. Thirty minutes earlier I had been sitting …
Where The Mind Goes When The Mouth Can’t Speak
What ensued over the following weeks was both further regression of my speaking abilities and a frantic search for methods of nonverbal communication to ensure my needs were met.