A ‘Good Death’ Demands Communication
The year? 2003. Senior year of college. I was visiting Orlando for a conference with a bunch of dear friends, most of …
The year? 2003. Senior year of college. I was visiting Orlando for a conference with a bunch of dear friends, most of …
Mr. T, fist held aloft over an open palm: “Which one do you really want?” Me, hands mirroring his: “Both.” T: “Well, …
Photo by Ryan McGuire, used with permission It’s not uncommon for Mr. T to look over and see tears running down my …
The ringing phone pierced pre-dawn silence. Dripping from a fast shower, I ran to pick up the kitchen receiver before the call …
I would prefer to be cremated and sprinkled. Preferably at Pebble Beach. The year? 2003. Senior year of college. I was visiting …