Everyday Things, Friendship, Grateful
You’ve Got to Have Friends
Years ago, I imagined what death was like. Not that I was looking for it—I just imagined that I knew.
My conception was based on an Our Town/Carousel like idea of death, where everyone’s really there in spirit, checking everything out, seeing what you’re doing, but you can’t see them and they can’t speak to you.
I think I conjured this up when I first went to Israel, and was all alone in a skeevy hotel, waiting to be transported … Read the rest
March 10, 2017