here. I'm excited to get my copy. Since it has been mailed during the holiday season and is later to be entrusted to the Mexican postal service, only a Christmas miracle arranged by mom's heavenly intercession can possibly result in its arrival at the doorstep of this prodigal son.
Light a candle for me. The selected tale: Dying With Dignity Mexican Style (from my first book) is far more than just a personal anecdote. It's a human quandary. Is it better to embrace mortality with all the macabre foolishness of Mexicans or deny mortality with all the make believe foolery of Americans? Or a bit of both? As death is the only part of our envisioned future that's guaranteed, surely we should give some delibrateness to how we approach it, rather than spending all our attention on less certain futures. People plan, but God decides.