My mother and father died 36 and 19 years ago, respectively, so I’ve spent the majority of my life remembering them through family photographs. These photographs document their optimistic first years of marriage, my own birth and early life, the onset of my mother’s schizophrenia, her death by suicide, and my father’s subsequent alcoholism and death. In spite of this […]
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