Time to die

Right now my dad is driving Grandma to the hospital. He asked me what I thought about it and I said it was a good idea. Because if I’d told him otherwise, I would be admitting something neither of us is ready to: that there’s nothing we can do for my grandma. There’s nothing modern […]

Deadly updates

If I don’t write this now, I probably never will. Because this is writing for you: you need to write. It’s no use saving your ideas for when you’re ready, for when you’re able to write a whole, fully-fledged text, so to speak. Sometimes you need to content yourself with some fragmented pieces of mediocre […]

Death

In my native language, Death is a woman. We imagine that a female body hides behind the Grim Reaper’s thick rope. And let’s face it, that little get-up has always looked like a dress to me. In my mind, Death is a pruny old spinster at a family party. And you’re afraid to glance her […]

Losing an unloved one

My mom’s mother died on Monday, in her sleep, after a twelve-year fight against Alzheimer’s. She was ninety four and lived in the countryside. We weren’t very close. This is what I tell people. This is the official version, fit to print. Except it’s not true. I mean, the beginning is true enough. But to […]