Dying to Know
When my kid asked about death, I blabbed
3 min readAug 10, 2020
When my oldest daughter was little, we used to go for walks through a cemetery in our neighborhood. Maybe that sounds morbid but it was the largest green space in the area and the old shade trees and cool stone markers offered respite on hot days.
My preschooler loved strolling through what she referred to as the Stone Park. One time, she asked…
