Sometimes we want to write something and sometimes we have to write something. This essay falls into the latter category.
May 8th is the anniversary of a friend’s suicide. We were in Bennington’s MFA in Writing program together. A year and a half before she ended it all, we both enrolled in a Tibetan Buddhist course at a Nepal monastery. She didn’t mana…
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