death

Doing Drugs

So this past week, I became an old woman. I’m not talking about grey hair, or creaking bones, or any of that standard stuff. (Though, I’m getting those as well.) No, this kind of aging was the stereotypical old-woman-in-a-home kind… Read More ›

O Captain! My Captain!

Robin Williams turned me into a teacher. Turned me onto poetry. Made me want to believe in the power of words and music. Granted, he didn’t write the screenplay for Dead Poets Society, but I doubt it could have been told… Read More ›

Twelve Days to Live

It turns out that I have around twelve more days to live. This was my final assessment after going online to research the symptoms that started plaguing me almost immediately after wading in some stagnant water. Stiff neck, headache, fever…. Read More ›