Mickey and Me

Mike Baker's funeral was yesterday. Some of us called him Mickey. In some ways, we were so alike that it might be obvious why we became friends: red hair, freckles, sunburn stories, an often silly sense of humor punctuated with a willingness for self-deprecation. We joined the same fraternity, though that was long before we …

Godspeed, Mike Baker

“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.” (Jamie Anderson) I suppose …