Now she and I sit together in her room and eat chocolate, and I tell her that in a very long time when we both to go heaven, we should try to get chairs next to each other, close to the dessert table.

If there's no chocolate in Heaven, I'm not going.

If chocolate is a foretaste of heaven, what does it mean that chocolate is freely available to all?

Heaven would be Hell in no time if every cruel, selfish, vicious soul went to Heaven.

Most of me was glad when my mother died. She was a handful, but not in a cute, festive way. More in a life-threatening way, that had caused me a long time ago to give up all hope of ever feeling good about having had her as a mother.

I don't have very sophisticated taste in music. I listen to a lot of folk music. I like reggae.