That Saturday night during her last year at college, she came home for the weekend.  In his parent’s basement she curled up in the corner of the old rec room sofa, a blanket over her lap, while his parents...

I can’t hide from suffering.Can’t outrun it.Out-drink it.Out-shag it.Out-anything it.So what’s left?One thing.One frightening, heroic thingFace it.Yeah, it might kill me.Drive me mad.Turn me into a drunk or a nympho.But it’s doing that anyway.One thought.One day at a time.Terrible...