writing is everywhere. You can find it without even looking. But you
have to go out of your way for good writing. You have to seek it out,
and absorb it, and remember it, immerse yourself in it, so you'll know
the difference. And so when you're the one doing the writing you'll know
when it's going wrong.
On February 8 2007 my 22 year old son Jesse died after a ten day coma, due to complications from APL leukemia. He and his younger brother had just lost their dad in January 2003, just a few months after Jesse had started college. Jesse's first round with leukemia was in July-August 2004. He recovered in time to push himself through University of Michigan on time, with good grades, chemo and all. This time, we weren't so lucky. Jesse, his brother and I have always used humor to fight fear and grief.