Late at night in my bunk bed while I immersed myself into those ghost stories, I was secretly jealous of the characters that were alive. They had the chance to see an actual ghost, something that was definitely on my very short bucket list by the age of 10.
How do you come to terms with life and death and how have you chosen to find meaning in your existence?
Fraught family dynamics enliven The Hummingbird's Tour, a decidedly Southern comedy in which three very different siblings confront their own mortality -- and that of their beloved childhood nanny.
The coming Thanksgiving holiday is a time of family, friendship and love. Here is a rather unique story of one special friendship. When I was y...
Allow your body, allow your mind, allow your heart, allow your soul. Rise to your knees or stand and run, out of the shadow and into the light. It is your gift to move. To mourn. To speak. To breathe. To run. To love. To be. To live.
As we all #PrayForParis and apply Facebook filters to our profile pictures, we cannot turn a blind eye to human suffering around the world just because "those people" are not "us."
No one really knows what to say to someone when their loved one dies. You can say, "You're in my thoughts and prayers," and maybe that's true. Maybe you actually know what to think or pray on that person's behalf. Personally, I'm never sure.
Dr. Jamie Turndorf (aka Dr. Love) is a psychotherapist, media personality, and bestselling author. In "Love Never Dies: How to Reconnect and Make Peac...
Someday again I will be dying, lying in a hospital bed with only days left ahead of me -- and truthfully yes, if you want to define "dying" as losing a battle to illness then I am in every sense of the term dying... but personally I like to call residing in this defective body, riddled by disease: successfully, and enthusiastically living.
December 7, 2005 I was awoke to my sister screaming at my bedroom window and her boyfriend pounding on the front door. I fell to the floor, four months pregnant in utter disbelief. My mother was dead.
The man I once viewed as "the strongest daddy in da' world" was now too weak to defend himself against the young dope boys in the community. Overnight he became less entertaining. His jokes became irritating. His singing and dancing morphed into buffoonery. He could do no right in my eyes.
October 9th is the anniversary of my younger sister Ann's death. She died suddenly, of an undetected heart condition in 2008. It hardy seems possible that she's been gone for seven years. When she made her transition she left a huge hole in my life. We spoke every day and spent as much time together as we could.
One of the biggest gifts motherhood has given me is an improved ability to deal with hard times.
During the time it takes to read this article two people will suffer a heart attack. According to the American Heart Association, heart disease strikes someone in the United States every 43 seconds and 735, 000 Americans have a heart attack every year. Of those, about 120,000 will die.
There was once a girl walking down the streets of Paris. She tripped on a little rut in the sidewalk and looked down, the corner of it was peeling upwards like a piece of wet paper drying swollen. She lifted it up slowly and saw beneath it, a night sky with perfect five point stars in white. Pulsating against grainy deep blue in a way that was so vibrant it was almost perverse.
Full spectrum living is a choice. If you want to know more about this relax, take a luxurious deep breath and pause. Life reveals itself in the pause. Give yourself time to contemplate the essentials and to discover what it means to be authentic, to love deeply and to take the exquisite risk of being fully human.