Regina Collier’s I Don’t Have Leprosy, I’m Just Grieving: A Widow’s Blunt Perspective on Society is part memoir, part social critique, and part bluntly practical guide to dealing with bereavement. Its central argument is simple: grief does not make a person defective, irrational, or incapable of knowing what they need. Yet mourners are commonly treated as if they must either be managed or avoided. Collier writes from inside that experience, documenting both the death of her partner, Dean, and the social abandonment that followed.
