memoir, The Blog of Missing

That old backpack

I visited my son, Josh, in Las Vegas in early January, and I gave him Jake’s clothes. In the parking lot of StorageOne, we sorted through black trash bags filled with jeans, socks, t-shirts, boxers, boots, gloves, and Jake’s National Guard uniforms. We were there to pick up Josh’s bike to take it in for… Read More That old backpack

memoir, Out of the Woods, The Blog of Missing

27 November 2017

I found my son’s suicide note yesterday. I have been sober 14 years and 2 days now. My brain automatically looks for patterns. Common denominators. My mother attempted suicide, too, and my ex ran several states to get away from me. His mental state has deteriorated, from what I’ve heard, and his family blames me… Read More 27 November 2017