Foreword
There is a well-worn blue and tan plaid shirt hanging in my closet. A gift from my late mother-in-law (who I adored), it is one of those beloved wardrobe items that is as much an old friend as an article of clothing – ideally suited for reading the Sunday paper or trivia night at the local bar and grill. For well over a decade I wore that shirt in the evening after work or on the weekend at least once most every week. I had it on a little before 10pm on the night of Sunday, April 27, 2015 when the phone rang and the dean on-call (I was vp/dean of students at Colby College at the time) told me that one of our students had killed himself in his dorm room. Continue reading “College Student Suicide and the Relentless Chorus of What-Ifs”
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