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funny, you don’t look blu-ish

Posted on February 23, 2010 by the jodi

Last night I had dinner with the Death Doulas. I haven’t talked about this before, it’s felt kind of private. I finished my training in November. As of November, I’m officially ready to go, ready to sit and be companionable to someone who is getting ready to, well, to die. It’s February. I haven’t had any takers. More to the point, I haven’t had any offers. The head office (do I dare I call it the Death Star?) asked if … Continue reading →

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tale of two [jodi/jody]s

Posted on July 8, 2009 by the jodi

I love to talk, but I crave silence. The American Sign Language introductory workshop seemed like a perfect blend. It’s a beautiful language, ballet for your hands. I got there compulsively early as usual, and at 6pm I made my way to the classroom for a 6:45 workshop. Another girl got there at the same time, thinking she was only slightly late, thinking it started at 5:45. She looked like someone I could talk to — she was pierced and … Continue reading →

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