He left a cold, wordless goodbye in the garage. We’ve tried making sense of it ever since. Unanswered questions are always one cruel part of suicide’s trauma. The puzzle of intention never entirely fits together; there is no straight, unimpeachable line from A to B....
“I think God is calling me to write a book.” She’s sheepish with the news, wondering what I think of the idea. But I need backstory, so my friend recounts how on three separate occasions, she’s been told by three separate people (all strangers) to write a book. Who am...
