I just got a phone call informing me that Tyronne, my ex-husband and still deeply and most dearly beloved friend, is dead. He apparently died in his sleep. He was 49.

The world doesn't feel quite so safe any more, somehow.

It hasn't sunk in yet, but when it does I think I'll be... shattered.

My mother is a couple of week shy of 84 years old, a wonderful, intelligent, intellectual woman whose self-definition revolves around liberal politics and feminist spirituality. She turns on the TV to watch the Jim Lehrer Newshour, NOW with Bill Moyers, and The West Wing, and that's pretty much it.

She watched a couple of episodes of Sex in the ( Read more... )

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