I hate that while there are still so many good reasons to be outraged and march in the streets, those days are behind me.
When you’re riding the River of Life, buckets of ice cold water will hit you in the face, splash all over you. Leak in at your feet where you’re not expecting.
Have you ever met someone you’ve known, via the wonder of the Interwebs, for a while, and you’re a total fangirl of their work and you worry, when you do finally get to meet them, that you will either babble like a brook or be totally tongue-tied? Welp. I met August McLaughlin, for an interview…
I was going through the motions, but I was a hot mess. I couldn’t write, I could barely tie my shoes, but was trying to get through the day, every day.
How I helped my friend use California’s Death With Dignity Act to exit life on her own terms, and what I learned from the experience.