Glitter Saints: The Cosmic Art of Forgiveness, a Memoir

My parents both left this planet covered in glitter. Death came for each of them right in the middle of what they were working on. As I held and kissed them for the last time, patches of glitter transferred to my hands and face like tiny passed torches. For as much as the grief burned, there was no getting around it-the light that had been on them was now on me.

In the grand scope of things, glitter may not seem like much. But in a way, it's everything: a responsibility to infinity, to refle...