By D.A. Hickman Vast and unthinkable. Silent and timeless. A windswept terrain. This is grief. It’s also the Dakota prairie I grew up with. But I wasn’t fully aware of this curious pairing until I lost my son to suicide. When the final moment came, he’d already been plagued for years by treacherous life and […]
via Windswept Terrain: Finding a Way to Write About Grief — BREVITY’s Nonfiction Blog
