There is something disorderly about the death of a young person. In a universe disturbed by so much over which we have no control, an untimely tragedy rattles the teeth of our already shaken confidence. We want to domesticate death, fight it on our own turf, in familiar rooms with shades drawn evenly, top sheets turned back, and a circle of hushed voices closing in.


A Leak in the Heart: Tales from a Woman's Life (ed. David R Godine Pub, 1985)


There is something disorderly about the death of a young person. In a universe disturbed by so much over which we have no control, an untimely...

There is something disorderly about the death of a young person. In a universe disturbed by so much over which we have no control, an untimely...

There is something disorderly about the death of a young person. In a universe disturbed by so much over which we have no control, an untimely...

There is something disorderly about the death of a young person. In a universe disturbed by so much over which we have no control, an untimely...