Nancy Popp

I will welcome death and dance a languorous tango – not fight it, but meet it graciously.  Our Queen of Plastics Betsy Davis set an amazing example, watching the sunset as she sipped her lethal cocktail.   Festas, rivers, dancing, wailing, stone, music, fire. As for my shell, the Tibetan Sky Burial will do just fine, thank you. Or feed my ashes to a tree.