The story began in July 1923 in Brooklyn, NY. A boy named Leonardo was born to a Sicilian father, Carmelo, and Italian mother, Rose. "Leo," as he was called, was later joined by six sisters and one brother.
While for me personally 10 dollars may be affordable, there have been quite a few people on Facebook who have complained about not having the free cash and feeling upset that raising awareness involved a mandatory donation. So no, I'm not doing the ice bucket challenge. Instead I donated money to help a poor mother food her children. And no, I'm not a party pooper.
Our lives are shaped by our mortality. Knowing from the beginning that we are going to die brings value to the currency of time. But it also deceives us into thinking that as we go forward, one moment is less valuable than the next.
May our own pursuit of racial justice and reconciliation begin with the death of the dishonesty in our own hearts and conclude in our own resurrection with the wild diversity of the people of God.
The friend who gave me the book knew that I had been investigating and writing about the phenomenology of traumatic loss since the death of my late wife in February of 1991 shattered my world.
Grieving isn't new for me, and it's been a long, long road -- this journey of saying goodbye to my father. Ronald Reagan called his Alzheimers the "long goodbye", and he was right. Since the day my mom called to tell me the news six years ago, it's been an incredibly difficult, painful but often beautiful experience.
I no longer took for granted the waking up every morning of myself, my husband, my children. If my sister could die, so could one of them.
If Shakespeare were alive today, it's likely that he would be writing very differently about the experience of aging, time, and death. People live longer and, at least in developed countries, are in far better mental and physical health than they were in Elizabethan England.
One of the greatest lessons in life is that everything is impermanent. All things come and go. We live in such a structured society, where everything is broken down into steps or organized in a rational way. But there is no rationalizing grief.
Going back to school is a tough time for bereaved parents and siblings. Leaving the familiar and going to a new experience or even going back to a setting or school one has already attended can be tough.
Death, dying, and grieving brings up fear and anxiety for many children and adults. Sometimes adults aren't sure how to talk about death, or, in this case, suicide with their children and the children in their lives.
I think we can all agree that none of us have managed to uncover the secrets of life and death here on the earthly plane. We really don't know, on thi...
She was born Betty Joan Perske in the Bronx in 1924 to two Jewish immigrants. She was immortalized as "Lauren Bacall" for her smoky voice, come-hither looks, flirtatious wit.
e can complain, we can grieve, we can mourn, we can avoid. We will sustain loss nonetheless. If we can take anything away from loss, it is that loss, like all of life, presents us with choices.
Like so many others, I have struggled this week with the many stories of death and human tragedy that have been flooding my social media feeds.
We feel pain when a celebrity dies, not because of their celebrity, but because we feel like we know them through their work. It's like a friend has died, or multiple friends. In the case of Robin Williams, some of our very best friends.