When Things Aren’t Alright

When Things Aren’t Alright

“I don’t like Nana be sick” my little niece said, her voice cracking, lip quivering, tears welling up in her eyes.  My mother had just been moved to recovery after an uneventful surgery, but she was experiencing some nausea, so she was retching.  The three-year-old...
Stop All The Clocks

Stop All The Clocks

We were provided thirty pages of poems and readings in my funeral celebrant training.  The deathling in me sat down with my highlighter, ready to add some new gems to my repertoire.  I have lots of go-to quotes and poems as-is, and was eager for more.  To my surprise,...
Are You Afraid To Fly?

Are You Afraid To Fly?

“Are you afraid to fly?” the man next to me asked.  I watched as the ground, the land, the red-dirt, pulled away from us, never turning my gaze away from the window, head bowed, shaking it.  No.  No.  My tears.  My pain.  My heavy…was traveling to, and then back home...