Cherry Blossom, Labradors, Each Other: Is Joy a Daily Choice? -- published in Baltimore Fishbowl
This chunk of rock on which we live will die. Everyone we know will die. Most will go painfully. It is unlikely that many of us, at age ninety-five, will slip away while we sleep. The few that do win a lottery that spares discomfort and the burden of awareness. The fact that this is our best-case scenario seems impossible. As children, none of us says, “When I grow up, I want to be a policeman and I want to die in my sleep.” This piece appeared in Baltimore Fishbowl.