Acrylic12X14 inches by Lin Deahl-Coy in honor of John W. Suggs, Jr. I was driven to paint Sunday. Furiously I…

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We've been engaged in a bit of dialogue over on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram about the things our readers would…

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Death, regardless of the details, is capable of devastating those it leaves behind.  Brother, sister, son, daughter, mother, or father…

Litsa and I have long had a bee in our bonnet over the rhetoric around grief self-help.  Not all grief…