The question how we can find healing and hope after witnessing senseless violence and experiencing loss, is all the more pertinent. I spoke with Ken Druck who has worked on the front lines with families in the aftermath of 9-11, Columbine, and Sandy Hook.
Friends are keeling over like dominoes. Every time one dies I run to my mirror, hoping to find something that will confirm I'm still too vibrant to go into the fertilizer business.
Irrational! How else can we explain the conducts of Putin, Netanyahu, Maduro, Jammeh, Kim Jong-un, Tsipras and ISIS? But to understand both the lure of "irrational" leaders and ideologies and the troubles of western liberalism, we must grasp people's subjective rationales.
I came to see this idea as cruel. To assume that God chooses some to save and not others is a harsh and unfeeling thing for someone who has lost a loved one to cancer or any tragedy. To impose 'earned' miracles on people who survive illness suggests strongly that some are not worthy of surviving.
By: Charles Robinson Amid demonstrations, calls for calm and a city closely watching, the process of picking an impartial jury in the ...
Does she still like the same things? I could tell you she does. Emphatically so. She likes the same things even more than she used to, she likes the...
Yesterday, I turned 40. I had a client come for a healing session and she knew it was my birthday. She was reflecting on this big transition into a ...
My heart was pounding while watching the video of Rokhshana: A young woman who was stoned to death in Firozkoh, a Taliban-controlled area of Afghanist...
This kind of life, this all too human life will kill us, but it is that certainty that makes it worth living at all. So for all those who no longer can, let us honor it.
When Bruce Kramer, a Minnesota professor of education, was diagnosed with Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS) - or Lou Gehrig's disease - in 2010, his world exploded. Kramer began writing a blog to capture the agony of his physical deterioration and his struggle to hold onto the splintered pieces of his life
I'm spending Thanksgiving differently this year. It's very quiet at our Vermont country inn, the first year in 28 years that we haven't served Thanksgiving dinner. Dad loved hosting the holiday. It was the perfect excuse for him to miss Thanksgiving with his in-laws at the Wasserstein Thanksgiving in Manhattan.
The idea that "the self is an illusion" has become the bien pensant common sense of the day in many educated circles in the West. I think this is profoundly misguided, but I can see why it seems so compelling. In the English language, nouns label things while verbs label the things that they do. If you mistook this linguistic quirk for a deep philosophical truth then you would of course conclude that the self doesn't exist, because there is no single thing that "I" or "you" refers to. That is because on close examination "I" turns out to be a verb disguised as a noun.
Mass shootings in the US are not a rare occurrence and yet, we have done little to nothing to stop them.
This Thanksgiving, I will feel the love that always flowed so freely when my mom was alive. This Thanksgiving, I will look across the table at my very best friend, the one who loves me unconditionally, intensely, immensely. Although the face will be different, the feeling will be the same.
Part of your family wants traditions to stay exactly the same, others want to change everything. Conflicting desires, broken hearts, lots of attention when you'd rather just hide in your blanket fort until the whole thing is over -- it's too much.
I wish my son had been there to see me cry and to witness the grief of his friend and his friend's cousins. It would have been awkward for him, but that is the point. Death is part of life and I don't believe in sheltering kids from it. It is not the sort of topic one brings up in the playground, but my sense is many parents wouldn't see this as a missed opportunity.