My Story: I’m afraid of death

It was Thanksgiving and I lay curled up on the bathroom floor. Like a child in a womb, trying to insulate myself from one menacing truth: Someday, I will be dead. Not "someday I will die." Because it isn't t...
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Cosmetologist to the afterlife

"I'm a big fan of blush. This right here is my secret," the young man says, pulling out a small, circular tin from a cosmetics tray. "A little bit of this, just dab it on, it really adds a lot," he says, runnin...