Dying: A Memior by Cory Taylor… So many tears!

Dying: A Memior by Cory Taylor 



My Rating:
5/5 Stars

Publisher: Tin House Books

Release Date: August 1st

Recieved: I recieved a netgalley e-arc in exchange for an honest review. 

Pre-Order: Amazon / Book Depository

A deeply affecting meditation on dying and a wise tribute to life.

At the age of sixty, Cory Taylor is dying of melanoma-related brain cancer. Her illness is no longer treatable: she now weighs less than her neighbor’s retriever. As her body weakens, she describes the experience—the vulnerability and strength, the courage and humility, the anger and acceptance—of knowing she will soon die.

Written in the space of a few weeks, in a tremendous creative surge, this powerful and beautiful memoir is a clear-eyed account of what dying teaches: Taylor describes the tangle of her feelings, remembers the lives and deaths of her parents, and examines why she would like to be able to choose the circumstances of her death.

Taylor’s last words offer a vocabulary for readers to speak about the most difficult thing any of us will face. And while Dying: A Memoir is a deeply affecting meditation on death, it is also a funny and wise tribute to life.

Musings: 

This memoir was heartbreakingly beautiful. It took me several weeks for me to complete reading thanks to the heavy nature of the subject matter. Cory Taylor is a gorgeous writer. Reading her words and experiencing some of the stories that shaped her life settled deeply in my heart to sit there for me to contemplate and wonder about. 

About two years ago I bought a Euthinasia drug online from China. 

The second I opened up this book on kindle and read this first line over and over again in my mind I knew that this book would be great yet inevitably soul crushing. Cory never shyied away from talking about death, she took the reigns and said her piece effortlessly and with no fear. 

In the end, I took the time to look Cory up simply to gaze upon the face of a women who through her words alone filled me with an immense sense of love and respect for her. 


When I did I found out she passed away on July 5th, 2016 in Windsor, Brisbane, Australia. That was when I really lost it. While I was already crying from this book from there I was bauling (even though I’m sure Cory would wish I wouldn’t cry at all) With her passing the world lost a beautiful writer, one that embodies who she is and writes her soul into the written word.  

Maybe it is time that we are more open with one another about death. The grand equalizer of all living things is ugly, harsh, and depressing yet, it is there and we cannot hide ourselves from its existence. No matter what you believe about the afterlife or of death itself this book is an important one to embrace. 

In the end all I hope for is a life well lived. 

Thank you all for reading! I hope 

National Poetry Month: One of my Favorite Poems


The Two-Headed Calf
Tomorrow when the farm boys find this

freak of nature, they will wrap his body

in newspaper and carry him to the museum.
But tonight he is alive and in the north

field with his mother. It is a perfect

summer evening: the moon rising over

the orchard, the wind in the grass. And

as he stares into the sky, there are

twice as many stars as usual.
Laura Gilpin 

This is a poem I was recently introduced to by a poet that came to my college creative writing class named Linda Dove. This poem captured an essence of something and is so incredibly sad but at the same time beautiful. 

I figured because it is National Poetry Month that I should share this with all of you. I hope it impacts you as it impacted me. 

I would love to hear what you think of it in the comments! 

-Tiana Wolfe

Special: A Short Story 


A smile. That was the spark of it. It was me and him alone in the hallway, I looked up took in his face, his lips lifted up and my heart skipped a beat. Than he left. I went to my locker, picked up the books I needed and headed home. 

It was all so normal. A moment that shouldn’t have crossed my mind after it was over. Yet I felt something, something warm. 

Years have past and I can tell you now that nothing came from it. Nate was a boy I had known years before that moment and he is a man that is a true friend today. I got close to him after that day. We shared jokes, studied for exams in groups, told each other secrets, and gave a little piece of hearts to one another,  but we were never romantic. My heart that had started to beat for him was broken. Nate wasn’t a man for dating, at least, not until much later. I think I fell for him a little more just because of that. He’d laugh to hear all this now, maybe I will share this story with him soon, but most likely that will never come to pass. 

In my heart he was perfect. There was never a moment where he didn’t try to make me smile. He was and still is the biggest goofball, my Nate (I say this platonically now of course).  He became attuned to me, always made sure I was doing well. We had our seperate groups of course, but we became each other’s best friends and we still are. I never told him how I felt, I knew he had a soft spot for Lydia a mutual friend, though she had eyes for Marchel who she called, “Quietly handsome” something I would agree with, though we all know who I had eyes for. 

Nate never told Lydia that he liked her, when she finally confessed to Marchel and started dating him Nate confided in me. “I never seem to luck out do I?” 

He had looked so broken then, “I am happy she found a good guy though, Marchel would never hurt her. She derserves the best, even if the best doesn’t happen to be me.” He smiled.

This time that smile broke my heart. I knew in that moment, I could never tell him how I felt. I could never say how his emotion mirrored my own. No matter my feelings, Nate deserves the best too. Somehow, I also knew, that that person was never going to be me. 

I don’t think you can ever fall out of love with someone, not really. There is always a piece of you that stays with them. I eventually dated, there was Mark, Philip, Sean, and then Robert. I never stayed with anyone for long, well, except for Philip. I thought Philip could have been the one, a year and a half in and he cheated on me. I guess I too never have much luck in love. My heart still beats a little faster to see Nate’s smile. I know now I love it because when he smiles at you, you feel special, like your the only one that matters in that moment. I’m not his special someone. I’m now a loyal friend. Maybe one day a heart will beat fast to my own smile. Maybe one day they will be special to me. Maybe I will become special to them. 

Thanks for reading! This was a Valentines Day inspired short story. I have never dated anyone (or kissed for that matter) but I have fallen before and I wanted to see that kind of story represented. This story has a little slice of cheese, but I think that’s quite alright for the season. I hope you all have a lovely February!

Let me know what you think in the comments. How do you feel about the story? Are you interested in more short stories in the future? 

-Till next time!