Death is a mystery. How it happens, when it happens, to whom it happens. We yearn to understand, to be able to explain why, to
“Do you have children?” It’s kind of personal, even intimate, isn’t it? These days there are so many who choose to not have children at all, or people who struggle to have children, or people who have suffered the loss of a child. Can’t we lean into conversation with a new acquaintance with a little more imagination and elegance?