Ronan taught me that children do not exist to honor their parents; their parents exist to honor them. […] Ronan was mine but he never belonged to me. This is not an issue of ownership....

You can, for just a moment, fuse grief like a bone, but the memory of the ability to bend lingers inside, like an itch running in the blood, just beneath the skin: relief is always...

Tucked inside the moments of this great sadness – this feeling of being punctured, scrambling and stricken – were also moments of the brightest, most swollen and logic shattering happiness I’ve ever experienced. One moment...