We had to put our little Ralphie cat down last week and I feel like I've been shot by a rifle. No, wait — a cannon — that’s a far more accurate metaphor. Cannonballs leave way bigger holes than piddly little rifle pellets, and the point I’m trying to make is that there’s a cavernous hole...
January is right around the corner, which means you’ve got to come up with a list of bullshit resolutions and go buy a calendar! Oh, how we love rituals. Marking the passage of time is a valuable way to stay connected to our ephemerality, which is a fancy word to say that we won’t last...
So I’ve done the research and it seems fairly conclusive: every single one of us is going to die. Sure — we’re living longer than ever (the number of centenarians is supposedly going to grow eightfold by 2050) — but let’s be clear: even if you’re one of the lucky ones who gets to blow...
Let’s be clear about this together, right up front: grief sucks. I’m going to eventually say nice things about it, and lest I look like I’m trying to put a pretty bow on something so enormously vile, I want to agree with you that it does indeed suck. Other sucky things about grief: Grief is...
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