Honey from the Ground

There is no way to ‘come to terms’ with parental grief: it is like being killed while still standing, being born in mid-life and having to learn to exist again, becoming a hybrid creature, partly buried.

For Soren Tae Smith, the dead have always been mentors. Their deeds have ended but their influence continues. But what does it mean when your child, who had just begun to talk with you about Kafka and Camus, is suddenly closer to them than to you? What does it mean to be able to write or wo...