As many as a thousand NYU students staged a DIE-IN in the center of Bobst Library on 11 December.
There is no great wisdom, there is no great secret, that will ever make life's struggle easier. The essence of wisdom is to know that we will never know. Life will always be challenging. It would always demand great effort.
Elections, victors are prone to crow, have consequences. Today that gibe carries a tragic truth. One consequence of our recent elections will be deaths -- many deaths. A few thousands or tens of thousands, if we are lucky, millions if we are not. Let us specify some of the ways.
The most appropriate thing I can do to commemorate Weston's transplant anniversary is to urge others to be part of a miracle for a family waiting for the life-saving gift of organ and tissue donation.
We must continue to breathe life into his story and case. We must use the details of the horrific tragedy of Eric Garner's death to shock life into the people of this nation. We must keep demanding justice. Do not ever stop telling the story of Eric Garner. Get out into the streets and breathe the breath of life into this dead, racist nation.
Admittedly, sometimes in-the-flesh encounters are important in establishing a deeper intimacy. But Anita's friendship, one of those "small good things" in my daily life, was very real despite the delivery system, and it makes me think maybe there's room for real friendship in the virtual realm.
People live a long time with complicated medical and financial issues. Nursing homes are filled to the brim with people who don't die. For heaven's sake stop waiting for your elders to die and get yours and their affairs in order now.
The first year, I didn't cook Thanksgiving dinner or shop for Christmas presents. I had other children, sure. But I didn't have Emma, and that defined me
Learning to say "goodbye" -- and hopefully doing it well -- is something that simply comes with getting older. We say goodbye to our youth, to some of our dreams and eventually to some of the people that walked the road with us.
It was December 4, 2010, that our dreams of a relaxed, joyous, picture-perfect Christmas seemed to shatter; a glass bulb dropped on a hard floor. My wife Jan, mother of our four children, was diagnosed with a stage 4 squamous cell cancer in her throat.
I pulled out the list and began to make my way through it, finding that some names were easy to add to the delete columns, while others were a little harder, but still necessary. But then the unexpected happened.
You might take solace in the fact that when you die, your days of polluting the planet are over. But the truth is that the method you choose to dispose of your mortal remains has more of a deleterious impact on the environment than you might think.
I have been places where I feel that my heart is being cleaved open so that pain can escape and joy flood in. The sensation can come to me on a long ...
Perhaps with courage and acceptance we can make friends with our own mortality, and with acceptance we can be a peaceful presence when given the opportunity to experience the death of a loved one.
Sunrise is the most beautiful part of the day. First light. Don't matter if there are colors like a picture postcard or it's gray as water in a greasy sink. The darkness still fades. The light begins. Makes you feel alive like nothing else.
Barry says you can fish on the flats for two hours -- an hour before and after low tide -- without having to worry. The tide, as it is with aging, creeps in deceptively.