Frances Whitney’s Jabberwocky has been a consistently good read since I found it through her son, my friend Leonard. Frances, who (to my understanding) has been living with HIV for years longer than expected, is getting ready to remove her IV nutrition pump. She isn’t up to writing anymore, but her daughters and sister continue to update for her as they talk to hospice, put Post-its on her belongings and record their conversations together. I wish we’d had something like this during the last months of my dad’s life. Their pragmatism is beautiful.