“You’re the first person I thought of” is generally the type of plaudit I’d hope to hear after phrases like: “funniest person ever,” “most creative individual you know,” I’ve devoted an embarrassing amount of time to woolgathering—lost in daydreams that conjure up would-be accolades about the person I aspire to become someday. I never wantedContinue reading “You Were the First Person I Thought of: A Memoir of Love, Loss, and Healing”