Scene 1: 1996 A bright, sunny day in August, most of my family is huddled under the trees in a small, family cemetery on McColl Road in Savage. They’ve close the road because there are…
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In Memory of Paco (1998-2017)
I thought I was ready. Paco’s health had been dwindling for three years. He was the kind of scrawny that made people wince when they looked at him. Petting him was no fun because he…
Writing My Obit Before Dying of Rage
Colleen McCullough, the woman who wrote The Thorn Birds died today. This is the lead paragraph from her obituary in The Australian: Colleen McCullough, Australia?s best selling author, was a charmer. Plain of feature, and…
The Emotion of Grief Really Stinks
If I had been able to get a tattoo in 1989 at the age of 17 it most definitely would have been the words “Carpe Diem” or if I were feeling super adventurous “Gather ye…
Missing Maya
At Family Dinner on Monday I recounted my cleaning the loft exploits to my family, rattling off the treasure trove of old ticket stubs I discovered in a pencil box. “Pearl Jam, R.E.M, Warped Tour,”…