I find myself grappling more and more with the prospect of death. Mine, yours, his, hers, all of ours, in this land of over 50. To tell you the truth I should say, the land of late sixties, because that's where I am now.
Dana and I broke up Labor Day weekend when I caught him in a lie. It wasn't the first, but I swore it would be the last. I asked him to leave the hous...
Each death is a reminder of the mystery of it all -- a reminder that we can only live each day as if it were the most important day of our lives and love as if it means everything.
Through my personal experiences of love and loss, and through 20 years of counseling countless clients through theirs, I have learned the following truths.
I walked to my mother's funeral on my own. There was no procession, no ride in a hearse; just a stroll from an empty hotel room to the crematorium, a functional brick outhouse circled by ornate grounds with small birds moving between the headstones.
When I was holding her in those last moments as her breaths slowed, her eyes, which had half shut and glazed, suddenly opened, focused on me and then beyond me.
What can death tell us about life? Could it potentially provide important hints and suggestions about who we really are, and what the overall context ...
Alexandra Huerta, a 22-year-old American orphan living in south-west Mexico, was hosting a session on the Ouija Board with her brother Sergio, 23, a...
One of the most astonishing coincidences in world history was the deaths of John Adams, America's second president, and Thomas Jefferson, its third. They both died on July 4, 1826, exactly 50 years after the signing of the Declaration of Independence.
I woke this morning to a world further from peace. Rage fills so many hearts, mine included. There must be room for this. We are grieving our children, killed in cold blood for being Jews.
Whether it's God or Nature or a Spirit of the Universe -- it carries broken mothers and wraps them in an ethereal shawl. Like a mother wraps her children and keeps them warm.
Life is a series of deaths and rebirths. Death happens to our bodies every minute of every day yet; this process goes unnoticed because we are busy living life. Cells die. Skin dies. But the thought of the ultimate death stops us dead in our tracks.
"Children are hopes" -- Novalis I began work on the above illustration in 1999 through the advice of my then agent. It was all over the news at the...
I look back on that week through a haze of grief, but my sister's quote stands out in my head. "I'm afraid that people will forget her." What she doesn't seem to understand is that we can never forget little Kenzie, because we see and hear her every day in my sister.
For thousands, maybe tens of thousands (more?), The Fault in Our Stars is "organic matter" -- a love story and a story about loving that delivers emotional "nutrients." But I wondered if the story registered as genuine and relatable for teenagers who are actually afflicted with cancer.
Substance abuse and eating disorders are both mental illnesses. We are prone to blame the sufferer, to dwell in ignorance and shame those who suffer. We forget that lives are lost, we forget that families mourn each day. The nation mourns when we lose great talent, but we do not mourn when we lose the unknown.