My mom, Anne Sexton, killed herself at 45, and I swore I’d never do the same. Then, at 44, my world fell apart The following is excerpted and adapted from “Half in Love: Surviving the Legacy of Suicide,” published by Counterpoint.
I write books, albeit slowly. I'm a freelance editor for hire. I blog even more slowly and sporadically (mostly due to work, in fairness). Eventually I expect to only surface on the internet when the stars align, and then only to jabber incomprehensibly.