Here I had an evangelical pastor who had once worked for Jerry Falwell now supporting Barack Obama while living as a first-century Jew for a year. Call me intrigued.
I lost my uncle Jeff to AIDS when I was 12-years-old. He was my best friend. Uncle Jeff was a minister and he believed in my singing and creativity so much, that he let me lead sermons and sing to the congregation as a child.
I get how addiction transference can happen and also how fervently most drug addicts do not want to quit drinking. It can feel like (and may be) the only friend you've got left.
My friend Lili Schad died on Sunday, December 20, 2015; she fought hard for 16 months against a vicious brain cancer and had moments of good quality of life, but finally was unable to be who she was and do what she did best... to be a good mama, sister, friend, artist, philanthropist, and valued community member.
Death reminds me to appreciate the moment, it has filled my heart with boundless amounts of love, it has taught me the beauty of raw emotions, and the liberation of a good cry. It has helped me find the freedom to be vulnerable.
Large population-based studies have demonstrated that Christmas and New Years are associated with some of the highest number of deaths from cardiovascular causes compared with any other time of the year.
After the diagnosis, I had been in close contact with my brother daily, but kept putting off calling my sister-in-law. What do you say to someone who has just been delivered such bad news?
In the two years since Jim's passing, I've learned a few things. When it comes to suicide, there's no rulebook. By sharing our stories we can help each other heal and navigate the trickier times, like holidays. Here are five truths I've found useful at Christmas and throughout the year.
Life around us doesn't stop. We are doing all the things others do, but we are doing them with an added weight of sorrow and pain that makes each step feel like wading through quicksand. We want you to know we are doing the best we can.
I have a lovely friendsin. I'm sorry if you don't. They are good to have. The term came to be because she and I are friends, but also happen to be married to men who are 1st cousins...so that makes us friendsins.
Tragedy blinds us. In an Oedipus-to-Jocasta move, grief stabs out our senses, particularly our ability to see clearly. Slipping past initial shockwave...
From a strictly biblical point of view, being born on Earth is a test. All our actions will eventually be judged by an omnipotent God who will determine whether we go to heaven or hell. Our deeds, sinful or not, determine where we spend eternity.
A couple of nights ago I woke in the middle of the night from a terrifying dream, with my heart pounding, my mouth still mouthing the emotional word...
The absence of a Christmas card for my nephew this year leaves a bit of a hole in my heart. I've decided to fill that hole by honoring him in different way.
A single book had the power to lift me out of the depths of despair. It felt like Kaui Hart Hemmings had written this book just for me and my best friend. Who knows? What I had found in reading the right book at the right time was indeed possibilities, a promise, and even a prayer.
Let's face it. We're all going to die. You. Me. Our parents. Our children. Friends. Neighbours. Co-workers. Even our pets. It makes me wonder why we...