My dad was an abrasive, unaware, selfish jerk. But that was only one side. Did his loving side count too?| daphneberryhill.substack.com
My brother Patrick’s death reminded me that any day could be my last too. “Hurry and get a move on it,” he’d tell me. His voice. It’s always there.| daphneberryhill.substack.com
A too-much tipping point is closer than you think and anyone can end up on it.| daphneberryhill.substack.com
For the first time in my life, I’m mostly surrounded by people who have no memory of the 1970s. After my brother died, I wanted to go back to when we were kids.| daphneberryhill.substack.com