As I've mentioned before, I'm not all that obsessive over metal, heavy or otherwise. Don't hate it -- in fact, I like the beat and the aggression and ...
World Aids Day got me thinking about my high school film teacher Richard Umans. Yale scholar and lover of hi lo culture. After feeling a big bucket of...
GROWING UP IN Arkansas, we relished our Thanksgiving turkeys. Mother roasted them until the skin was crispy brown, and even the white meat was juicy. ...
Losing your job is dreadful, no matter what the reason. In this journalist's mind, it is still better than health issues, divorce, or death -- but t...
Is there a woman on the planet who doesn't get nervous the first time she meets her fiance's mom? But not only was I meeting my future in- law, I was being introduced to Alzheimer's.
Chalk it up to a coincidence, but within the span of a week the New York Times ran obituaries for two people named John J. O'Connor.
We have witnessed public controversy over claims that end-of-life counseling provisions amount to "death panels." That doesn't mean that there is no role for ethics panels to determine that some patients are beyond medical hope.
The short form would be that John Woo rediscovered himself in returning to China, but that really doesn't capture what's going on. Woo made his name w...
Already, thousands of our readers have signed a letter and contacted the White House urging a new way forward in Afghanistan. I encourage you to read it and to endorse this message if you have not done so already.
"'Tis' the Season." The question is, for what? With all the stressors around, what might help this year as we launch?
QUESTION Dear Irene, My friend has been going through marriage problems ever since I've known her (13 years now). I have been there for her when she...
As an end-of life therapy dog doing sensitive and compassionate end-of-life work, Baxter's job was to comfort those who lay dying while giving intimate aid to those on their transition from life to death.
The theme of death this autumn, the season of dying, has brought home the realization that we are alive for now.
In all cultures, key milestones crystallize the nature of individual identity. This event, one that took place in twenty-first century Shanghai, city of new dreams and neon buzz, was no different.
Deep in a rustic canyon, tucked away in the bedroom of his beautiful glass home, wrapped tightly in a hospice hospital bed, buried behind the damage of another stroke, my father is dying.
The poor who came to its halls could be assured that they were receiving the finest medical treatment Europe had to offer. The price for this service was simple: if things didn't turn out well and you didn't make it, the hospital kept your body.
Donald Carcieri issued that cruel veto of legislation borne of a tragedy which befell a constituent of mine. For a month, Mark Goldberg was unable to to claim the body of his partner.
"Mom, come," my son shouts. "A baby bird fell out of the nest!" Sure enough, a fledgling lies on the patio, beak gaped, neck distended, claws curled, a sad thing.
Losing a loved one is always hard. The emotional impact isn't lessened when loss happens to a child. Though the death of a parent is a traumatic event in a child's life, we feel at a loss how to help.
The best empirical evidence for life after death comes from people who have had "near death experiences." These are people who have gone to the edge and come back with a report.
