Hour of the Wolf
They call it the hour of the wolf. Those hours just before dawn. Many folk traditions believe it’s when most people are born and when they die. Ancient armies would rise and offer prayers to their gods during this time, …
They call it the hour of the wolf. Those hours just before dawn. Many folk traditions believe it’s when most people are born and when they die. Ancient armies would rise and offer prayers to their gods during this time, …
Following on from “The Business of Death” posted earlier this month… January, 2007. It took my father four hours to choke to death. I sat vigil in his hospital room as he fought the fluid in his lungs, his …
My grandmother is dying. I spent a long weekend in West Virginia saying goodbye and watching my family quietly fall apart. It’s weird, really, to have inane family bullshit spin out of control around her deathbed. Weird because, well, we’re …