I'm over at Glow in the Woods today answering questions and questioning answers.
I always find it interesting when writers talk about their pieces, and in this one, you may recognize a line or two. My daughter's insight about what happens after we die keeps bouncing around in my head. It felt like God was speaking through her in that answer. She asks me these questions, randomly, like "What is Lucy made of?" and "How old is Lucy?" To be clear, my answers to Beezus are usually succinct and not morbid. Something like, "Oh, she is made of grapefruit, like you and Thor." But in this piece, I just had these questions floating around and thought I would riff on them.