A long preparation for something that always happens: i.e., death.
A long preparation for something that always happens: i.e., death.
An Excuse to Share Great Thoughts with Great Minds
so what? not everything has to make sense!
Flying Blind
It's an uncertain life!
be your own secret society
Poetry, Asian American Culture, Feminism, Spirituality, Politics, Memoir
Simple Vegetarian Cooking
Welcome back! —CC
Thanks a lot. It’s nice to cross words again.
You bet. I look forward to new b-jams.
My next door neighbor died relatively young about three years ago. When she told me she had cancer, she was quick to add, “Don’t tell me you’re sorry, tell me jokes instead.”
Ooops! I meant to add. She seemed to me prepared.
That’s sad and sweet. And it’s tough to remember, but: death is really another part of life.