5 stages of grief, and Gordon had witnessed them all. Though, the distinction between “witness” and “experience” was a stark one, for his...

Her bedroom window faced the window above my kitchen sink. In the night, I could stand there comfortably, shielded by the sky’s...

All she knew was that she was driving. She didn’t know where she was going. It wasn’t until she heard sirens behind her that she realized...

Philip Naylor told me every day that I was his favorite nurse. And every day I would find myself in a more uncomfortable position than I...