The Why: A preface to the Chesterfield Road essay. The why. The question that comes when I dredge it all up, and now, after so long. For...

I never thought about suicide when I was in high school, but I was miserable. After waxing euphoric from the great expectations set at...

1989. Timing then was everything. And I found then, time was running out. Waiting until the end of next spring to get a varsity letter —...