In You Kept Your Secrets about her grandson's suicide at age 18, poet Helen Marie Casey writes, "I am afraid to look, afraid there will be nothing everywhere." But she does look-with love, grief, and beauty-at the measure of his height still on the wall, at the tree where he hanged himself, at the hawk she hopes her grandson has become. "Sometimes that is everything there is." It's a sad and lovely book. -Penelope Scambly...
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