If you have ever hated your body, and if you still hear this voice sometimes like I do, or all the time like I used to, this is what I hope for us: That the voice shrinks and shrinks, until we find ourselves holding it in our palms like a husk, like a whisper.
When I take good care of the pigs, I take good care of myself. When I take poor care of the pigs, I take poor care of myself. I find myself in an intricate web of relationships that give substance and form to my native home, to myself.
Divorce, death, job loss, moving, it was a monumentally, ridiculously traumatic time. Life is bitter and life is sweet. It's painful and it's scary -- and it's the only way to know that we can fly.
For me, I admit -- even though I don't find it easy either -- that we can cope with almost anything, as long as it is grieved in company that will hold us and try to understand us, find also the parts in themselves that echo or awaken.
Death reaches us in different ways, at different times of our lives. Some funerals might call for a piñata donkey, others for a sexy selfie in the bathroom. Do not stand at my grave and weep, goes the line. It's okay to weep, though. It's also okay to laugh. Honestly, what else can you do?
The cult of celebrity that is prevalent and powerful in society today is one example of a new religious culture, and when the death of a celebrity occurs, whether as a result of old age or a young life cut short by tragedy, the way we talk about it and the rituals we use in the aftermath are just as sacred as sitting shiva or giving a sermon.
It seems a little silly, I know, making a ceremonial occasion on an x-ray scanner in a bustling airport, but it was oddly moving too -- a moment of humanity in the middle of a dehumanizing process.
Often during these conversations, the question that I am most frequently asked is this: How do you trust in God after your husband died? My answer is always hesitant because there are days when I'm not sure how or why I continue to believe.
It's that time of year when the veil between worlds is thin. "What worlds?" you ask. The world of the so-called living and dead. Halloween is the t...
The film is not just an adventure story, not just "man against nature." It is the story of Everyman, every human being who comes to the end of life and is moved to reflect upon what that life has meant.
Why are zombies and vampires popular? What is it behind the popular obsession with the living dead and the never-dying?
Our nation's gun violence epidemic is not inevitable. Scholars must be allowed to do the desperately needed scientific research that will help parents, policymakers and the public determine how we can all work together to stop it.
It is not that words are inadequate to describe Time of Death, Showtime's new six-part documentary series. It is more that too often words are devoid ...
I believe that we souls learn something significant from all of our experiences, no matter how grand or small. Each experience changes us. When someone in your life transitions to a spiritual form, they never go without leaving gifts behind.
"'Til death do us part," that age-old marriage vow, has always sounded a little, well, non-committal to Confucian ears. In Vietnam, for instance, where I come from, death is not the end of relationships, it only deepens them.
Holidays are a mixed bag. A griever can't help but have mixed reactions to certain accessories that characterize Halloween and Dia de Los Muertos. If you know someone who is grieving, be sensitive to their perceptions and reactions.