I’ve only been to one funeral, and that was my father’s. While the idea of spending several thousands of dollars on a massive box to put a person’s body in and then bury it doesn’t make any sense to me, funerals are great because it kinda feels like you’re in a cop show or … (read more)
Anthony was first class. He was a one-two punch of charm. Egregiously handsome and culturally erudite. His taste, like his face, was open and welcoming, but more often than not, the films he watched had subtitles, and the music he enjoyed was indie. … (read more)
Laughter is reputably the best medicine, but its efficacy in regards to cancer is debatable. Those of us with darker senses of humour - bordering on pitch black at times - contemplated wagering on when Anthony would leave this world. Even he periodically engaged in joking … (read more)
In recent conversations about Anthony - and with my work on The Anthony Project, I’ve had many of them - a word keeps coming up when people describe his life: storybook. That’s an odd choice to describe someone who died of cancer at thirty-one, but it is apt. … (read more)
The dueling songs of death began, amusingly enough, on April 1, 2006. That was the day that Anthony posted to his blog the Arrogants’ Don’t Die Before Your Day, from their album - again, quite amusingly - You’ve Always Known When Best To Say Goodbye. … (read more)
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“At one point he looked at Anthony and said, ‘You may not make it. You may die.’” … (read more)
Minute by Minute is a mutual interview audio project. This on-going endeavour provides an opportunity for people to share their personal experiences, thoughts, and feelings with one another and the world. The Minute by Minute series continues with Kaethy K. … (read more)
Hi, just checking to see if this goes through…We were just rocketed, so I’m lying on the floor killing time by texting.
I don’t get texting. So I’m supposed to want to pay more every month for the ability to … (read more)
“I can feel your disappointment. I can literally feel it emanating from you like a wave.” But before she said that, she said this: “The way we came.” But before that, I said this, as we stood on Castle Rock, looking down over an autumnal Big Bear Lake: “Do you want to go down … (read more)

Although I made it ambiguously clear that The York Inverse Essay Contest was for one week only, Anonymous submitted another topic – intimacy – for my consideration, well after the deadline had past. Well, Anon., dear old friend, here’s what I have to say to you: … (read more)
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“I remember calling my mom, and just bawling, and her reaction, along with the rest of my family was, ‘Oh, God.’” … (read more)
Minute by Minute is a mutual interview audio project. This on-going endeavour provides an opportunity for people to share their personal experiences, thoughts, and feelings with one another and the world. The Minute by Minute series continues with Jane S. … (read more)
We were reaching the end of a blissfully blog-free three-day vacation in San Diego (and I was, for once, grateful for my impressive lack of readership,) when I got the e-mail from blogger.com, notifying me of the most recent comment, a response to my earlier … (read more)
Minute by Minute is a mutual interview audio project. This on-going endeavour provides an opportunity for people to share their personal experiences, thoughts, and feelings with one another and the world. The Minute by Minute series continues with Zach L. … (read more)
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“I had a conversation with my mother…and she said, ‘Look, you’ve got to prepare yourself for him to die.’” … (read more)
