I have long been one of those who avoided dealing with death, who dodged sentiment, who felt that stories about the loss of a loved one were a bit indulgent, a way of saying 'my pain is greater than your pain.' That was before I lost my father and my wife lost her mother, both within ten days. And that was before I read Linda Joy Myers's Don't Call Me Mother. This is powerful stuff, richly layered, emotional without being manipulative, insightful...