My Life in Eulogies
I have given five eulogies in my life, and they have run the gamut from touching to hysterical, each perfectly suited to the person for whom it was written.
“The cobbler’s children have no shoes,” the old adage says.
The question looms: Can people who write all day long find time to chronicle the passions, obstacles, and guilty pleasures that drive and influence their work? Behold the result.