The Upside of Early Loss
Jim's tragedy seemed insulting to my already-injured family. Jim died on Sept. 5; my mom died on Sept. 7. She was 46 and I was 15. Jim was 47 and his oldest child was 15. History, cruel beast, had repeated herself in a mocking chorus of eerie parallels.
Kristina Cowan, ContributorJournalist. Wife of a Frenchman. Mother of two. I write about ...