I don't remember when I started to talk about death. Mom and I used to talk about it--what we thought happened afterwards in particular. In my early teens, Mom, her college classmates, and their professor spent the night in a cemetery with recording equipment and cameras with infrared film. Later, Mom's boyfriend (who had been …
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Back in college, I fell into something of a bad habit--obsessively talking badly about a particular person. To be clear, he deserved everything I said about him. But perhaps my friends grew weary of hearing my rants again and again. Okay, they definitely did. And also, rehashing the unfortunate relationship wasn't a good path to …
I often feel that as a responsible human, I should stay informed about my fellow humans. Yes, injustice and depravity have always existed, but...damn, y'all. Cruelty feels ramped up to terrifying levels. This may certainly be because we have access to news 24/7 from hundreds of streams. We are so flooded with nightmare fuel, we …
Mom died suddenly. She was there, and then she wasn't. An aortic aneurysm killed her at 45. Now Dad is 89. He's not sick and bedridden, but currently, because of a fall, he's in a skilled nursing center, and there are many things he loves to do that he is not doing. Perhaps Mom would've …
Love is on my mind. You've heard the expressions. Love thy neighbor. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in …
Marta Pelrine-Bacon 