Sometimes I wish it was enough to just say that I was feeling sad, but there’s always been a taboo against that. I’m not the only person who’s felt obligated to say that they were fine when they were anything but, to stitch a smile on my face and pretend to be happy.
” Are you a Christian?’ Ilonka finally asked. ‘No, I am dying.” Anya turned a page. “Dead people have no religion,’” (Pike 4). Ilonka Pawluk has checked-in to Rotterham Home, a hospice for teenagers, typically state wards, who are soon to die. But Ilonka is different, she’s taking better care of herself, and once her …
I love Midnight Mass. I haven’t written a post about it yet, vaguely mentioned it in a book review, but I’m still working on how exactly to say it. I have too many words and none of them seem good enough yet, but I promise you it’s coming. So why bring up Midnight Mass if I’m not going …
Sarah O'Connor 