F. Clark Howell

I went by my mom’s house to check up on her. We took a brief walk. She seemed rather unfocused. As a distraction, I showed her Dave Carroll ...

She was diagnosed months before my dad. She outlived him by almost twenty–eight months—much longer than expected, an extraordinary outlier. ...

I cried today, twice, as Kate held me. I miss my best friend. I miss my dad. I will, every day, for the rest of my life. And I know that I ...

A week ago today, on June 14th, I married the love of my life. A week from today, on June 28th, I will be standing atop a hillock, in the mi...

In a few short hours it will be one year since my dad died . Remembering the aching slowness of the first few weeks following his passing, i...

A couple of weeks after my dad died, I allowed this blog to be indexed by search engines (notably Google . Theretofore, though this blog wa...

I’m a 45 years-old man and I just spent a couple of minutes clutching my Teddy bear. Ridiculous!? The bear is a souvenir of a recent trip to...