Handling Death with Kid Gloves
"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.
"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.
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.
in the United States we have a somewhat less open tolerance for this chapter of being. One might even say that we're still in the closet about the subject. Why are we so tight lipped about this natural process?
The Saw franchise may be more efficient in logging a body count, but The House of the Devil is the kind of film that reminds you how cool it is to settle back and just let the dread soak in.
After reading Ghosts of Clinton County, there are just too many coincidences that leave the living to wonder if the spirit world doesn't want to be forgotten.
"Lars von Trier isn't going to talk to a lot of press." Yeah, yeah; yadda-yadda. But just because he isn't talking to us doesn't mean we can't talk about him, particularly about his childhood.
By Stephen Viscusi Economists tell us that the recession may soon be ending. "Recession" is an economic term. Economist, are never really certain...
The first emotion that came to me, the day of my diagnosis, was a surprising sense of freedom.
After logging in recently, I peeked at the ubiquitous "suggestions" box on the right side of the screen, only to see that Facebook had asked me to "reconnect"...with a dead friend.
Time colors and shades memories in many ways. So, although I think that I remember clearly the day that my family moved into our "new" apartment on November 1957, I probably don't.
You're going to have to trust me on this one: I am a romantic. Once is one of my favorite films; I teared up at both Up and Mary and Max (animated cha...
The centerpiece of Fred D'Aguiar's new collection of poetry, Continental Shelf, "Elegies" remembers those victims of the shooting at Virginia Tech, where D'Aguiar continues to teach.
All three of these women have gone through significant and profound loss and all three are seriously the funniest people I know. Hard to pull off, but they do, in person and in their books.
Mom became like the sweetness of the chocolates she would eat. The dementia her sculptor, releasing the angel within, chiseling away memories, opinions, and beliefs until only her gentle presence remained.
Stretching for miles along the base of the hillsides just beyond the city of Cairo is a group of ancient cemeteries that occupies approximately 15,000 acres. About 500,000 people call these cemetaries home.
It is an interesting dichotomy - one group seems to open with age, the other seems to close. With openness, it seems that death is much less frightening as if it is merely another viewpoint of sorts.
I have spent the past 15 years of my life traveling teaching and researching, but things change. On July 24th of this year, I was diagnosed with a cancer of my lower esophagus.
The death of a loved one, and in a special way a parent, opens up space for self-reflection. Death asks, "Are you living a good life?" Dementia tries to help us answer.
I draw a big line between little lies and big ones. Serious lies -- the big time betrayals of trust -- are probably never good for relationships of any kind. Little lies are often a different matter entirely.
Much of the right-wing rhetoric about health care reform -- focusing on such non-issues as socialism, government control, and higher taxes -- has been obscuring what health care reform is really about: our mortality!
Finance critic Max Kesier says China and Russia are interested in collapsing the US economy by rejecting the dollar.