What did Richard think of my book?

Richard’s beach read was the manuscript about his brother. Andy dog and Uncle Reid are the supporting cast under the tent.

In addition to my first reader, a writer named Susan in Maine, I’m letting some of my family members read the manuscript of my first book. I asked Richard if he wanted to read it. He did. And he started in the car on the drive down to the Outer Banks vacation.

When we arrive in Duck, North Carolina read more

Memories of family beach vacations

charles-beach

So this past week, we went to the Outer Banks with my husband’s family—a tradition since 1989. This is where our vacations were spent when my children were growing up and a where a lot of memories live. These are the loved ones about whom my son, Charles, wrote read more

The building where he died

When they said, “I have some sad news. Your son, Charles was found dead this morning in an apartment on Monument Avenue,” my world collapsed. At the same time, I was confused by Monument Avenue.

In Richmond, Virginia, this area is the most prestigious residential avenue, a picturesque read more

Last week was a weepy week

The exercise of writing this book came with some realities. And they were painful. One of those realizations is that I feel awful that I know him better now than I did when he was alive.  I thought I knew my child.

Conversely, I’m glad I have something that helped me understand who he was read more

Fourth draft and ready for my first reader

All boxed up and ready to go to my first reader. But I don’t yet have her address! I also made copies for Randy and Richard to read at the beach. Both said they wanted to read it.

I worked through a lot of pain, revisited a lot of pain, while writing it. This is one heck of a process. Next read more

Does this look like someone who would kill himself?

58 second video

Link to the video in case it’s not showing up for you. 

On YouTube here. 

We think we can tell. From the outside. The truth is, teenagers are masters at hiding their depression. And their thoughts of suicide.

Nobody was funnier and more engaging. Charles always looked like he read more

I didn’t get to tell Charles his lyrics were brilliant

Charles’s senior picture at Wasatch Academy. This is from his twitter acount

So many saw them. Read them. But I never got to see his notebooks.

Some days I feel sort of left out because he didn’t share his work with me. I know why because I would have been alarmed. But he had to know I would have also been impressed.

I think he started writing read more

Something odd in the contents of Charles’ backpack

Before we got the brown bag with the clothing Charles was wearing when he killed himself, we got the backpack you see above. I think we got it about 5 or 6 days after he died. I remember my family was still there.

Inside, there was a list of the contents. I didn’t laugh then but I laughed read more

Limitless genius

YouTube video of the above song

I am writing this book and trying to decide which of Charles’ songs to include. That means some have to be left out. Which is really the hard part.

I’ve decided which ones. I think. And almost done with draft three but it’s been hard. So much emotion read more