Stigma is a killer, sure, but silence is the weapon it uses.
In July 2012, I was on St. Croix, grieving my ex-mother-in-law. That's where I met him. He told me he was mourning the "love of his life", Corazon. Said she died of "liver disease" six months before—that she was an alcoholic who essentially drank herself to death. Her father and this man "gifted" me her bracelet: a handcrafted, heavy-gauge steel faux Crucian-inspired cuff. Continue reading...
