My Paternal Grandmother Drove Ambulances During The

I Wanted To Look At The Differences Between How We Fought Then And How We Fight Now, Because The Current Lack Of Closure Generates A State Of Psychological Unease That Is Interesting To Acknowledge And Examine.

That Is How We Lived, Happily And Without Hope. I Was Very Young Then, And I Did Not Miss Having A Future Because I Did Not Know I Was Entitled To One.

This Is The Forked Tongue Of Grief Again. It Whispers In One Ear: Return To What You Once Loved Best, And In The Other Ear It Whispers, Move On.

I'm A Much Better Writer For Being A Father.

Psychiatry In This Place Is Like Serving An In-flight Meal In The Middle Of A Plane Crash. If I Wanted To Make You Well, As A Doctor, I Should Be Giving You A Parachute, Not A Cheese-and-pickle Sandwich.