There in her bedroom, I held her hand and watched her die. Three syringes in a row that would successively put her to sleep, make her lose consciousness, and then stop her heart. “I love you. And you. And you. And you. …

There are things that happen within our lives that truly shake us to the core. Those moments that we can remember decades later with vivid clarity. For many of us, September 11, 2001 was one of those moments. …

Over the last decade as a storytelling educator and blogger I must have written nearly a million words. None of those, however, come even remotely close to how intensely personal this story is. It deals with themes of mental illness, bipolar, and suicide. And, of course, my mother. They say…