After he dies, my husband wants me to not just survive, but thrive| bessstillman.substack.com
My wife, Bess, wrote this. It’s 11 p.m. and I’m shaving my dying husband’s head. We’re in the bathroom, lit only by a curlicue of nightlight. I’m wielding a heavy pair of metal clippers in my right…| The Story's Story
This essay is by my wife, Bess. “Are you taking care of yourself?” Francesca asks. It’s a fair question: my husband, Jake, is dying of a metastasizing squamous cell carcinoma. I say I don’t know wh…| The Story's Story