Although many victims feel that executing a criminal would be a legitimate human reaction to the heinous crimes committed, the death penalty is too imperfect, costly, discriminatory, and arbitrary to be a legitimate public policy.
After a nine-year battle, my husband Randy Pipkin died of ALS in late March. Aside from the horrors of ALS, we had a great life together. We lived in the moment and truly were partners in life. Before Randy got sick, we traveled the world, lived in New York City and enjoyed the best life had to offer. We had big jobs, a big life and, most importantly, we were truly in love.
Children never wonder why there is food on the table, or why they have coats and boots to keep their feet dry in the winter. We think a house with heat comes by magic. It isn't until adulthood, when we're parents ourselves in a dual-income family with half the children that my mother had, that we wonder in disbelief, how did she do it all and alone?
If you're wrestling with what to share or not share about your relationship, here's what you should know: The reality is, everyone has imperfect relationships.
Our father was a commercial artist and designer who also worked with home improvement design. He taught art and interior design classes in the Phil...
Remember... the time is always right for life to come in. And anyone who is trying to stop your life coming back should not be in it.
Clergy members are often asked to serve as a formal healthcare agent (also called a healthcare proxy or medical power of attorney) for parishioners like Alice.
While I am not a Buddhist, I find the Tibetan Buddhist teachings on death a source of great wisdom and potential liberation -- particularly for thos...
Immediately after Mike's passing, the demeanor of this once warm and welcoming woman flipped 180 degrees.
When faced with cruel and unusual crimes, our natural reaction is to demand cruel and unusual punishment. The problem is that even if this sentiment were morally correct, it is legally incorrect.
I have a confession. I have been up all night feeling sickened. I am sickened with worry about the plight of the hundreds of Nigerian schoolgirls who were kidnapped from their school-Chibok Government Girls Secondary School in Nigeria.
This year, I didn't dread Mother's Day, because I found an antidote to the deep sorrow it used to trigger within me. I hope by sharing my story that I can help others find peace -- and even joy -- after the loss of a child.
Joyce sits alone in her bedroom every night. Most nights, she ends up bursting into tears over the loss of her husband of 30 years. The pain is searin...
A few weeks ago, my wife's "cured" melanoma of 16 years ago returned and covertly ate her alive. We are atheists, Carolyn and me. Yet the loving care we received at Porter throughout the most stressful and disorienting week of our lives, was nothing less than a blessing.
Facebook introduced me to a world of people who have suffered the unimaginable loss of a child and, more importantly, to people who lost children to the same disease that claimed my son.
I trusted in God's timing, in my daughter's family planning, and in my husband's wishes, and this brought us the gift of life and expanded our family, just as I had always wanted.