By Sarah E. Murphy Yesterday marked nine years since my father’s death. Nearly a decade since I watched from my parents’ bedroom window as the undertaker arrived to take Dad from 36 Grand Ave, and us, forever. A date I dread and feel in my bones as it approaches each year, like the sudden shift from…

By Sarah E. Murphy Today is September 10, which is also Suicide Awareness Day here in America. It’s something that impacts all of us, whether we address it or not, for it doesn’t discriminate. There are many people I keep close to my heart who have died by suicide, and I think of them often.…