“Thanks to my mother, I was raised to have a morbid imagination. When I was a child, she often talked about death as warning, as an unavoidable matter of fact. Little Debbie's mom down the block might say, 'Honey, look… — Amy Tan Copy Share Image
“We rarely know when death will come. Some are warned in sickness - like the track of dirt that runs around the edge of a baseball field, cautioning the outfielders that they are running out of room. The end is… — Katie Ganshert Copy Share Image
