Aunt Marcie's church taught my mother that the Great Command to "love you neighbor as yourself" was the core of of both American democracy and the Christian faith. My mother took it all very seriously. Not only did she endlessly give things away but stood up for social justice.
Cancer gave my Uncle Wit the freedom to be open, expressive, emotive, talkative and connected to those he has always loved deeply.
Sandra Gabrilove Saltzman, who died late on the night of December 24 at the age of 63, attended the Ethical Culture School in Manhattan, Fieldston High School in Riverdale, NY, Brown University, and New York University School of Law. This eulogy was delivered at her funeral.
This is a petition to the publishers, producers and editors in all the network news organizations and 24-hour cable news channels. Across the spectrum...
I eagerly devoured the entire Redwall series, exploring the world Brian Jacques created, learning the histories of its characters, reaching out to know everything about this creation that had passed from Jacques's mind into my own.
You know we will all die, and hopefully have some sort of ceremony where loved ones and others get to say goodbye to us. But that inevitable death can make a big difference in the way we live our life today.
Had you asked me a week ago if I liked Ray Bradbury, I would have said "Yes, of course." But it's today, reflecting upon his reported "death." that I am most fully moved by the power of his work.
I hadn't seen Ion's daughter in twenty-some odd years. I greeted her warmly and asked how she was doing, thinking she probably had no idea we'd met before. "Not so good," she said, "This is a bad day." Now I knew.
There are people in public life who cannot be bought, flattered, or hammered into submission. Bob Edgar was one of them.
My relationship with Margaret Thatcher began in 1989, thanks to meeting Mother Teresa. These pioneering leaders with a "tough and tender" entrepreneurial spirit inspired creation of The Noel Foundation "Life" Award.
At about 95 the tables were turned. It was now the kids' turn to feed grandma. And, boy did they. They took turns caring for her and feeding her and nourishing her and worrying about her. But Ellen was lucky.
In high school I had a teacher say that most of us would start losing our grandparents in college, that statement resounds constantly now. I read this at my grandmother's memorial.
I don't think you can describe a person from any one story. But there is one story that I think it's important to relate, one last story about growing up as kids, because ultimately it's a portrait of who John always was.
Perhaps there are many people in America who do not know of the three great Native Americans I am about to eulogize, but all three passed away within two weeks of each other, and all three were champions for Indian rights all of their lives.
You were an icon, but a quiet one. You were famous without reveling in celebrity, and you never forgot your mission, which was to help people. Like the best writers, you used your wits and talents and common sense to serve your readers.
Those of you privileged to love and be loved by an innocent, playful, soulful animal, I know you hear me through my torrent of tears.