by Linda Stuart | Feb 10, 2016 | Funerals, Death, and Dying
With sleep-filled eyes and a shaky voice, her small index finger extended in my direction. “I…don’t…like…you,” she announced. Apparently, my plan to win her over with a green stretchy bracelet had failed miserably. Attempting to veil my...
by Linda Stuart | Jan 4, 2016 | Funerals, Death, and Dying
“Mom, you’re SO weird,” my youngest son announced when he heard of my plans to organize and host Toronto’s first Death Café. At the time he was 20 and stared at me with big eyes and disbelief as if he pictured me dressed goth-style with ultra-pale skin and black...
