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Author of The Ghosts Who Travel with Me, a memoir, and Half-Moon Scar, a novel.
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Tag Archives: death and dying
Bill Knott, 1940-2014
What was it about those bad-boy poets that I loved so much at 16? Brautigan, Ferlinghetti. And Bill Knott, whose recent death made me think about him and how our paths crossed, twice. The first time, I was a high … Continue reading →
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Doris Lessing, 1919-2013
“I keep four notebooks, a black notebook, which is to do with Anna Wulf the writer; a red notebook, concerned with politics; a yellow notebook, in which I make stories out of my experience; and a blue notebook which tries … Continue reading →
Ornaments
After my grandmother died in 1994, my girlfriend-at-the-time and I went to my grandfather’s house to help him decorate his Christmas tree. We brought the boxes of ornaments up from the basement and unwrapped the wads of tissue paper. There … Continue reading →
Of Prayers and Shells and Wooden Angels
On the day Adam Lanza aimed his rifle at children in a Connecticut school, Arline and I visited an old friend of hers in a nursing home in Hialeah, a suburb of Miami. Arline was a child when her sister, … Continue reading →
New Publication: “Death of a Death Scholar” in Bellingham Review
Bellingham Review has published my essay, “Death of a Death Scholar,” in its fall 2012 issue. When my father’s book, Beyond the Good Death, was published, I couldn’t help thinking about how I would apply his anthropological insights into death … Continue reading →
Rituals
Last year my partner’s best childhood friend died of cancer. Arline changed her Facebook profile picture to a photograph of herself and Alma, dancing on the sea wall in Panama in their high school uniforms. She kept that picture up … Continue reading →
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