After the suicide, I couldn’t see the broken pieces in me, much less put them back together. The fog of questions only darkened the path forward until–a month after Mason’s death–I sat on a seven-hour flight to Calgary. My family and I circled up at our...
February was cold, and not just because of the freezing temperatures. A student at our school died last month in a car accident, so her friends never got to say goodbye. School counselors visited classrooms to help, and there were tears, but nothing could keep the...
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