When my daughter was five, her great grandmother passed away.  My husband and I editorialized the funeral activity as it progressed, telling her how Gran Gran’s body was no longer necessary, that her soul had left her body, that her body was in the casket, and finally, that we would bury her body in the cemetery.  All of this was met with solemn expressions and quiet reflection.  When driving home from the service, her tiny voice inquired from the back seat, “Mommy, what did they do with her head?”

Artist Rebecca Simon runs for cover in many of her works.