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Tell Your Stories. Live On.

It’s. All. Happening.



Happy Friday!

My partner is generally freaked out by how freaked out I am about death. Not my own death — because I’ve been courting a healthy trifecta of agnostic, atheistic, and nihilistic tendencies and feel generally A-OK about my own body rotting in the ground since I was a kid . . .

But people I love dying? It fucking terrifies me.

In my particularly spooky and self-punishing moods I viscerally imagine the deaths of my most cherished people. I even have a project called “Eulogies For The Living” in which I write speeches for their funerals. My idea is that people should know how magical and brilliant and wonderful they are right the hell now.

Anyway. I was visiting one of my best friends last night; her toddler daughter was sleeping in the next room. Her husband came home — who is also a dear friend — and explained his mother had recently entered hospice; she isn’t going to recover from the stroke she’s had.

I thought of the tiny new life — powdered and pink and poised on the cusp of 85 years — and the woman languishing in Allentown, Pennsylvania just two hours away. I thought about the thread running between them, how the memory of his mother will be rendered in stories and photographs; that little girl will tell herself a story of her grandmother and in her mind, she will live on.

Tell your stories. Live on.

With love + rage,

Katie Tandy
Co-founder | Creative Director

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