The summer solstice begins on June 21 at 6:51 am EDT, heralding the beginning of summer for the Northern Hemisphere. This day holds the most hours of sunlight that we will see in the entire year. Each of us has our own solstice, our own proportion of light and dark that make up the years, months, weeks, days and moments of our lives.
My mother's independence was the butt of jokes in the small social group she were a part of. But she didn't care. She did what she had to do. She came from a village where she was the only girl who left to pursue higher education.
What's my third act, as we like to say in the theater? Every good play, every good life, needs a good third act.
It was Georgia's* 90th birthday party. Unlike several of the other guests (who were at least two decades younger), she was lively, bright and full of...
This Father's Day, I can finally say that I am at peace with Dad. Thanks to two friends -- angels on Earth really -- one of whom, was a complete stranger who helped me let go of the unsettled business I had with pops.
My father taught me many lessons. One that still resonates true today is, "Be an engine, not a caboose." Lead the train down the track; don't follow it. It's funny how a few words you hear as a child echo inside you decades later.
Not surprisingly, an article published in the American Journal of Nursing states that caring for someone with dementia is particularly challenging, causing "more severe negative health effects than other types of caregiving."
Anyone who tells you the words of the constitution are immutable... is a liar. Anyone who tells you that if the constitution gives an American a "right," there is absolutely nothing that the government can do to take it away, is also a liar.
I stopped there on the hillside and marveled at humans, at who we are: capable of war and love, memories and longing, life and loss. Over a hundred years ago, someone died and someone cried, and there I was standing on a hillside witnessing the pain and the beauty of love.
Parenting is a tough job, and not everyone is cut out for it. There aren't prerequisites or interviews to ensure that a person is the best candidate. It's all on-the-job training.
With Father's Day upon us, it is time to speak to the unacknowledged grief of men who suffer baby loss.
I have passed the rows of Father's Day cards when shopping for weeks now. It's like a knife to my heart every time.
Angel Belle was alive during the entire delivery process. My wife felt her kicking throughout. Her heartbeat was strong. And then it was not. After being delivered, Angel Belle took a single breath while her heartbeat slowly faded.
Unless it is a cultural taboo, do not shy away from mentioning the dead person's name or talking about the situation. If he or she had been arrested, you would use their name and talk about the details. A horrible thing has happened, and many people are hurting.
Father's Day, 2001. A day that did not start out well. A day on which I had never felt more or completely alone. You see, by the time Father's Day 2001 arrived, I had been widowed for all of five months. As if that were not enough, my own father died two weeks prior to Father's Day.
I confess to a certain deep consolation--maybe it is hope after all--lying somewhere inside me next to that ball of grief, as I recollect the faces and faith of my students.