According to my quick Google search, approximately 2.5 million people die every year in the United States. I don’t often look at this stuff, but I’m on this “things will never be the same as they are in this second” kick and that sometimes moves me to think about the end. A bit morbid, I know,…
Joan Rivers has died. I wasn’t really a fan of her comedy, but her story is remarkable. She graduated top of her class at Barnard and made a name for herself in a male dominated industry. She was a trailblazer, a strong woman. I admire that. Death is so weird. I remember when my grandmother…
I could never be a turtle. I know they are used in advertisements and they look so cute, but turtles in real life seem tired. Their shells appear heavy, like they’ve lived too long. The turtle life is not for me. I want to go a good length, I’m sure death is no picnic, but I really…
Here’s the thing with flowers. No matter how beautiful they are, no matter how much they cost or how many “oohs” and “ahhs” they get, they die. The junky weedy, sometimes lovely, daisy type flowers die the same way the gardenia dies. Isn’t that strange? All this time I’ve been thinking, emoting about the human…
The breeze whispered sheer black across her face. Gathered near the earthen void, someone asked, “What time is it?” It no longer mattered, she thought closing her eyes. The touch, Sunday breakfast, that laugh. Time had shattered into a million never agains. My response to this week’s Yeah Write.Me Gargleblaster. The prompt…Have all your clocks stopped? Exactly…
I’m not sure I will ever understand addiction. I get eating M&Ms until you’re sick and you swear you’ll never eat another one again. There have been times in my life when I have promised myself to stop something, make better choices, turn things around. Maybe it’s all the same thing. Maybe I do understand…
There are days I want to be selfish, that I need to get on a plane immediately and never look back. That every waking moment should be used filling my mind and drenching my soul. The experience of others is not important. It is about my journey. There are times I feel like I don’t…
A 1.8 million year old skull was found in Dmanisi, Georgia and I am once again in awe. I tend to wonder about the people that came before me and those that will follow when I’m gone. I think about it a lot, always have. I look at old photographs and feel a connection to people.…
Someday I will be dead. I know it’s an obvious statement for a lot of people, but I’ve only recently thought about it. I don’t normally feel mortal. I mean I get that I won’t live forever, but I’m not exactly in touch with the death thing. I don’t do any death defying work or…