The Last Time I Saw My Brother, We Talked About Our Funerals. Then My Phone Rang

I thought we were just two brothers drinking beers. Ten years later, I wonder if he was telling me how to say goodbye.

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One more tough one to write … about my brother

I wrote it, and it was picked up and published on Newsweek. It all happened very quickly. I wrote it, submitted it, and the editor of Newsweek emailed me back the next day. It was then published a few days later.

Newsweek Article about my brother Ronnie