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. My favorite form of chocolate is the type that, perversely, contains the least actual chocolate, but on balance I'd be just as happy with, like, a bowl of vanilla-flavored sugar or a nice Charentais melon.