Tales from one quarter-lifer's attempts to choose life
I have always loved Easter. It is a reminder of life. Growing up in Kentucky, the winter months (late October to April it seems) were grey, drab, and full of death. Flowers withered. The sun faded from obvious view. The once vibrant green leaves turned shades of red and orange before falling to the ground. [...]
As it turns out, death is certainly a process. Practically and philosophically speaking. In true blogger form- here are the things I’ve learned (all serious, some intended to be funny, so it’s ok to laugh): Funerals are expensive. Probably unnecessarily so. But who’s going to question the prices or shop around at a time like [...]
How deeply and quickly I would learn the pain of being completely shocked and unprepared for something, I think I might have tried to avoid learning the lesson. So maybe I could avoid the application? My mom called me late on Thursday to tell me that my little brother, Richard, passed away this week. We [...]
