Manner of Death 

As a teenager, I didn’t ask questions about how my mom died. Now, I can’t escape them

When I learned my mom was dead, I knew I was supposed to be sad. I ran out the front door, the screen slamming behind me, and sat under a big pine tree. I pulled my knees to my chest and…

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