by Kevin T McEneaney One might amass financial wealth in life, or strive to compete for fame in a sport, indulge in bizarre sexual affairs, train one’s children to live practical lives, or teach them what matters is loving care, which remains still the best route to follow. Yet life has an expiration label, and in the end grief is part of our life while we are actors in our own drama, or the drama that’s inflicted on us. When I was twenty, I had decided to live life lyrically angular, as if I were a songbird during Spring singing at bright dawn amid pearls of dew….
