The Story Behind Obits 4 Fun

Sometimes, my name is Roberta Hay. I write obituaries that are...well, fun. Lives are not about who begets who. Lives are about who we each are, the paths we've chosen, what we've learned, our trials and successes. Prior to writing obits 4 fun, my work culminated in a book,The Dying of Ed Mees.

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Blue-plate Pears

Acrylic/Collage 30" x 40" SOLD Painting was purchased within 24 hours!!!! More to come. Watch this space.

cracked egg

The year she stopped eating and working and talking, she devolved, draping cloth over mirrors, not brushing her teeth.
She went from Emily Dickinson to Sylvia Plath to Anne Sexton, reading their work over and over, copying their words.
A day came. She reached for a pencil... cracked egg, hot griddle.
Her first poem filled two pages. She now eats oatmeal and wanton soup from the Chinese restaurant.

forgotten, confused

Her recollection was vague, faded. Had it ever happened? Possibly a dream, forgotten, confused. He looks at her. She should ask. Do you...? Did you...? His blink washes away a tear. She remembers.

Linda A. Lavid

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