Who among us can ever be truly safe?
Our approach to death and dying is fundamentally, frustratingly broken. That’s why death doulas, with their capacity to change the way we relate to death, are so important to me.
Articulating why the ones we have lost mean so much to us is always difficult, but perhaps even more so when they are of different species — there are the ones who get it, and the ones who really, really don’t.
Crushed pennyroyal, steeping bay leaves, humming insects, rocks underfoot, otters splashing, something strangely sad even on the brightest days.
I have lost an alarming number of people in recent years. Some say that this is because this is what happens as you grow older, and everyone grows older with you. I watch the generation of people around my father slowly dwindling away, fearing the inevitable. The generation before them nearly gone entirely. At times, […]
It was a cold and frosty December day when I nearly tripped on the impossibly slick amalgamation of frozen moss at the edge of my patio, rescuing myself only with an undignified windmilling of arms that sent my messenger bag swinging and banging me across the legs. It had been a long and bitter week […]
Well played, my sneaky little friend, but I still beat you in the end.
Socially, I think we can all agree that 2015 was basically a terrible year. Personally, I’m going to be honest with you, it wasn’t so great either, although there were highlights — Sirens in October, my top surgery in November, my trip to Japan in the spring. But I did some things last year that […]
Content note: This is a piece about mental illness and suicide. Days turned short, ground turned cold and hard. It started with the trees slowly going golden one by one, orange, red, sweeping in glittering falls across the lawns until the groundskeepers raked them up. The strange light of fall thunderstorms, utterly perplexing when I […]
I don’t really know what to say to people who, when confronted with the news that someone’s pet has died, dismissively say ‘well, it’s just a pet, they can always get another one,’ as though animals are some kind of renewable commodity that can be replaced like a broken lightbulb. Losing a pet is more […]