The aging process is not for the faint of heart. It rushes forth without our willing consent. As we age and watch our loved ones age we are reminded of our true powerlessness. Part of having a family is facing these challenges together, loving and supporting each other through the good times, challenging times and painful times.
I'm 43 years old now, and I still haven't unburied all the pain around my parents' death, or the pain I carry in regard to my relationship with them while they were alive. But I'm digging, and I'm facing it, and I'm healing, and I'm growing.
Supposedly, we all lose 21 grams at the exact moment of our death. At the moment that our heart stops beating, we all lose three-fourths of an ou...
I can't say I wouldn't pick abundance over paucity, given the choice. A Buddha might. I'm just an ordinary person who still likes to eat bacon. But in my experience, it's definitely been true that happiness tastes better when it isn't what's always in the bowl.
There we are, stumbling through the darkness, finding our way when we see a wagging tail and we're made a simple but profound offer. "I'll come with you!" says a dog. A dog has no journey of their own, no thoughts of past or future, so they give themselves fully to us in a way no person ever could.
It was an unassuming Tuesday evening when I heard my best friend had been killed in a roller skating accident in Hawaii. At 28 years old, her life was...
The room began to go out of focus with the tears filling my eyes and for some reason I just flipped the phone into camera mode to capture this milestone. I quickly retreated to a side room not knowing what to do. I found a fancy little sofa away from everything and slipped on some nonprescription fashion frames.
American media should not pretend as if nothing is happening as Nigeria continues to battle the ignorant cancer calling itself Boko Haram. Nigeria's struggle with radicalism is at least as newsworthy as our own.
I can tell Aaron isn't sure what to do with his emotions. MY GRANDPA DIED! he sometimes yells. I haven't been that successful in explaining that in North America, we don't run around yelling about death.
A friend of mine just lost her beloved aunt. She was with her in her last days, and as they cried together her aunt said, "You know why we feel this way? Because we know what love is. Aren't we so blessed? I am so grateful I got to know you and love you."
If you think sitting with a parent and helping them to write their funeral is depressing, it doesn't have to be. Mum and I sang and made black humor-infested jokes and looked back on what her life had meant to her and how she wanted that conveyed.
It's a new year, and I made all these resolutions I'm sure to break. But the one thing I want to work harder at is seeing the silver lining, looking at the glass half-full, rather than shattered on the floor.
Like the waltz, their love affair was long. It flowed effortlessly at times. And, like the best love stories, it had continuous turns. The tempo of the waltz is slow and invites very powerful and dynamic movements from all dancers. Just like my grandma and grandpa.
The one thing that is clear, people are dissatisfied with the status quo and starving for invigorating art. The best movies of the year were about struggling to produce art in a world that doesn't put much value in it.
The list includes three books that confront head-on the difficult issue of patient death, three more on politics and money in healthcare, and finally, my vote for The Most Memorable Book of 2014.
Little brothers aren't supposed to die. This is something you know as a child without someone telling you. Little brothers, the ones who are a foot taller than you and who smile with their eyes, do not die at age 30. But heroin addicts do.