How Death Reformed This Death Snob

Posted: January 19, 2016

I sometimes make up autobiography titles for people. It beats actual conversation. Long ago I decided my mom’s autobiography title was, “You’ll Never Believe Who I Sat Next To On The Plane.” Mom didn’t merely befriend people, she absorbed them into her hemisphere. Most conquests were made on planes, trains, in foreign countries, grocery store lines, nail salons, theater audiences or in the ER. Mom’s…