Lives – Unembedded

Channell, who married my mother when I was a child, and with whom I steadily sparred in my younger days, was away from home when she died — unexpectedly, in her sleep — and I could see the guilt gnawing at him. I had not been around, either, and had some hungry guilt of my own. That first Christmas without her, Channell and I exchanged hard words, on whether I was handling it, should see a priest or should seek medication, or whether he should worry about his own problems, leave me be, stop telling me what to do. By the time he was about to deploy to Afghanistan, a cold truce had settled between us. (New York Times Magazine, August 20, 2006)

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