By Jeremy Lambert Ask not how my story ended. That is soon to be well known, or at least, thought to be. What will be whispered in the ears of many is quite far from the truth. Rather ask how it began, for that I fear, is more frightening than any conceivable end. Yesterday I buried my wife of three years. The woman that was more to me than the God before whom I kneel. … [Read more...] about The Burial of Elizabeth Price