As a teenager, Stephanie Danler moved in with her father, whom she adored. But his secret drug dependency drove her to make an agonizing decision.| Vogue
I was embarrassed. To be grieving incorrectly, to be doing it publicly, to be preoccupied with whether I was doing it well. Dissonance was everywhere. The blunted, abject language of bereavement, and the responsibility I had, which I had worked for and wanted, to speak clearly about my own sentences.| n+1