They published one of my very first essays, For Life, which had some uncanny timing: it was accepted for publication the day after Steve died. On that Sunday morning, literally less than 12 hours after he had passed away, I sat down at my desk to continue notifying the people in our life, only to find that acceptance waiting for me in my inbox.
In another round of surreal timing, Feeling the Weight of an Impossible Situation was published exactly two years and two days after the difficult day explored in the essay.
Sending love and light to all those carrying such heavy things as these.
And then, there's light like this: