Holidays can be bitter-sweet as they remind us of our loved ones and the special times we had together. Thirty years ago, Easter took on a sad note fo...
Grieving adolescents are often left to fend for themselves or are offered support from counselors outside their community immediately after an event. Such support may be unwelcome, particularly by adolescents.
After a month of cleaning, cooking and stress, my father was in no mood to give the NYPD a course in the laws of Pesach. Instead, he took the easier route and told the officers that the tin foil was there to protect against the aliens.
Alcoholism doesn't give a shit how pretty you are, where you go to church or don't go to church, how much your mom and dad loved you as a kid, how many degrees you have. It doesn't care what kind of house you live in, what kind of car you drive, or how much money is in your bank account.
Yesterday I spent an hour in a rose garden. I photographed some of the most beautiful roses I had ever seen. It was breathtaking, and I was so grounded in the moment that I never noticed the passing of time.
I think the idea of taking in ones parents is really lovely. The very people who fed and bathed you, nurtured you during the most vulnerable period of your life, are now in need of a little of the same. Unfortunately, that's not how it works and there are three main reasons.
A child you know is grieving. It breaks your heart. You wonder what you can do to support them. Here are some guidelines.
There's nothing and no one to fear. Light prevails, not darkness. Death's relentless furrowing will subside, it will not always overwhelm. We will catch our breath again, one day.
Sometimes it just makes it easier on you, easier on your heart and mind, if you simply stop trying to explain. Refusing to explain or defend your grief doesn't mean you let other people go on and on about it, continually telling you how you should live.
I hate tax season. When I was young and single, living in an apartment, it wasn't very complicated, just another pain in the butt thing that I never wanted to do. When I was married, it was worse. My ex-wife would start asking about it on January 2nd, disregarding the fact that neither of us had received any of the necessary documents yet.
I have always taken great umbrage at anyone criticizing, questioning or opining on how the widowed handle their grief and their highly individual and intensely personal healing journeys. Unfortunately, there seems to be a lot of it going on.
On the standard, commercial television channels we hear about extreme weather virtually every single day. Droughts in the southwest hardly seen since...
This a difficult and all-consuming trial for your family. You can't change your husband's diagnosis, and there's no magic bullet for the powerlessness you all feel.
We all die, right? Some of us do it the long way, chipping away at life slowly until there is nothing left; others check out abruptly with a sudden heart attack or accident. Some of us do it when we are old and others do it when we are younger. It's them -- those younger people -- that get under my skin.
My sister Ann passed away, without warning, on the morning of Oct. 9, 2008. An undiagnosed heart condition, hypertrophic obstructive cardiomyopathy, took her life. How could that be?