I had planned to write all the details from that Saturday. I did do that. It just came out and it wasn't cathartic at all. It was descriptive, It cap...
She is living in moments of her life that are over, moments where sometimes her children and grandchildren don't even exist. Then every now and again, she is jarred into the present. I would like to think she has points of clarity when she knows that the way her life played out was good.
I hope those of you reading this blog will take the opportunity to share it with your friends and family. These are simple ideas and easy to keep in mind. As anyone will tell you who have had a death notification you never forget how or where you were told.
After celebrating 40 years of existence, I thought I'd share some tidbits of what I've learned. Change is the only constant in life. It moves forward regardless of how hard you resist. You are just a speck of sh*t in the grandness of the Universe. You are going to die. But that means you're alive.
It's not that living things die; it's that multicellular organisms die. But why? Every single-celled organism alive today has been in existence since life began over 3 billion years ago. This is because individual cells do not give birth, they divide. After cell division, the two cells that result are each as old as the single cell that preceded them.
Just hug. My Grandma died one year ago today. I don't believe anyone really truly dies, because I believe we are a spirit encapsulated in a physic...
To change the deathist culture in America and abroad, it's important for people to understand that lengthening lives and having the ability to overcome human mortality is not something that has to be seen as clashing with religion.
In the space of five months I had to receive news about three friends' deaths via Facebook. But it was the third death that impacted me the most. My friend, Anika tragically took her own life.
I'm writing this post at 35,000 feet on a flight from Phoenix to Los Angeles. I just saw the Grand Canyon for the first time in my life!
I tried to get on with normal life, but I'd find myself at a party in London and just be seized with the need to get away, to get to Roger's tree, to water it and make sure it was thriving.
This week I heard the really sad news about the death of a woman that I may have met once or twice or maybe more or maybe not at all. I know her name, and I'm straining to remember her face other than how I've seen in pictures. She was young. She died in her sleep.
ipromise to learn to better care for you next time. iknow idid the best icould with what iknew. I'm sorry iwas thirty-five when ihad you. You deserved someone younger and more tech saavy.
On the occasion of my friend Micki Pellerano's solo show at American Medium in Brooklyn, I spoke to him about the things that matter to him: drawing, growing down, experiencing pain, pop music and of course love.
My mother used to say, "All my favorite people have already died." She doesn't say it much anymore because she knows that it is a phrase that disturbe...
In a sense, Memorial Day weekend should usher this country into the griever's world: The every day reality of grief. Memorial Day should (or could) be a time when the whole nation bows its collective head to its collective heart, and says: Ow. Ow. OW. This hurts.
My father helped me with my third grade science project, carefully using Tonka Toys to adhere styrofoam "planets" when creating the solar system. He w...