Licorice Straw

Airport snacks. Don’t panic because it’s Pepsi. They didn’t have Diet Coke. I drink my soda like a grown up. 

Mourner’s Kaddish

I read this poem after Ruth Bader Ginsberg died. Her death sparked something in me. A death and a rebirth. I felt so frustrated at the hypocrisy that lead to appointment of a new Supreme Court judge prior to the election. I felt so frustrated by the general state of politics and Coronavirus denial that I deleted all my social media. I realized that if I wanted to feel less angry, I’d have to do it away from the vitriol I kept reading online. And I haven’t been back. Right now I have no intention of going back. That’s not to say that I’ll never feel like social media has a place in my life, but right now the time away has been cool and refreshing. 

Today on my way back to California after helping my mom recover from a knee replacement, I saw this poem. 

I don’t think there is a better poem about death out there. I once saw an obituary where the family said “if you want to honor our dad, go out and pet a dog.” When I die, I hope that’s what people do. Give me away in love.