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- People who will die
- People who will care for a dying person
- People navigating grief and death in a death-phobic culture
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I’ve spent years debating how to broach this topic, since I knew there would be backlash, misunderstandings and judgments against me, but I always knew the conversation had to happen, because if I had this information long ago, I never would have been infected. The best way to do it, is probably to tell you…
In 2020, I fostered two neonatal kittens for my birthday, not knowing they were neonatal at the time. The organization I’d been approved to foster for had been sending emails blasts begging for fosters for litters of kittens, and while I saw their daily pleas, I didn’t want to commit to round-the-clock bottle feeding and…
Fur is in. The only magazine subscription I remember seeing as a child was grandmother’s Cat Fancy. Later, my older sisters would read Seventeen, and in my teen years, I started reading it, too. As a senior in high school, ambitious to go to school for fashion design, and working at Walgreens thereby having access…
Dear Janet, To say I was blindsided the day you died last year would be an understatement, and fittingly would be exactly how you died. (Somehow the impact it had on me was more important than the one that took you out? This is what grief does to us.) It was first thing in the…
This post is part of a series of journal entries written throughout my mother’s two-and-a-half-year battle with cancer. You can read Part 1 here. December 28, 2017 More than a year after my mother’s visit to Detroit, she was still alive and well. Though she had grown weaker, more forgetful and confused, and the cancer…
It happened in the spring. After a bit of research I went to a master stylist in a well-rated salon to fix my balayage. (Make the line between brunette and blonde look a little less choppy. Take my blonde from brassy to ashy. Standard stuff.) I left with little improvement and a big complex. The…