Creatively Aging

Is it on the top shelf of some back closet with the ill-fitting, out-of-season clothes? Is it in the kitchen scramble drawer – where things swept from our public eye go but where few are found? Is it in the backyard shed or garage where things collect when we know we might need them someday but probably not soon?

For me, death is across the street. Like a neighbor’s house it frames my world.  Working with seniors death is a part of the everyday. So it isn’t as hidden