When David Bowie died on January 10th of this year I first felt nothing and then I felt a bunch of things. It took me a while to be able to organize my thoughts, but I ended up getting some stuff down. My wonderful friend and editor, Jill Ettinger, urged me to publish my essay, but I was worried that people would think it was boring or maudlin. Of course Jill was right, and publishing the essay was an overwhelmingly positive experience. I heard so many kind and important things back from friends and even strangers. It turns out lots of us felt lost and terribly sad.
Among all the things I’ve written and published, I’m most proud of this essay. You can read it on EcoSalon here.