When your dad dies, there are a number of things you are expected to do, and some you are expected NOT to do. Here they are, and I'm doing them both. Reminisce, look over photos, distribute his belongings, repeat his favorite sayings, and laugh. Laugh more than you're allowed. Laugh at things that aren't funny.... Continue Reading →
Is everyone dying around me, or am I just dying inside? The answer is yes, of course; we are all dying bit by bit, within and without. I ask, "May I Talk About Dying?" because the conversation has always felt either forbidden and sacred, or, if you understand me, whimsical. Most photos were taken by... Continue Reading →
The first day of class we all piled into the fake room made up of foldable walls and sat at our desks, quiet for a moment and waiting. Mr. Zidek was sitting at his computer and made no sign of getting up from it. The chatter increased slowly as we realized he didn't mind us... Continue Reading →
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