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.
The other day I was watching one of my favorite '90s sitcoms and the students in the show were asked to write and present their own eulogies for their...
photo @ stocksnap.io by Luis Llerena We just pulled into my husband's home place in Mississippi to spend a long weekend. I love the peace of this pl...
I discovered yesterday that Mark was the inventor of the portable flashlight; a tool to illuminate the darkness. In my mind, as we have heard today fr...
When it comes down to the freakiest of the freaky in the whole Republican field, Donald Trump is very hard to top. Trump not only is running for president, he's apparently on a mission to singlehandedly destroy his own Trump brand, forevermore.
Ever since I can remember, my dad would write us a morning note. Before he left to catch the 5am train to the city, he always took the time to write good luck in that game or on that test, or to draw a stick figure reenactment of the game we had watched the previous night.
As I face the inevitable of not knowing when my father will pass, I know that because of him, I will be able to get through it. All that I am as a son, brother, father, and person is not something that will end because of his death. More importantly, because I am my father's son and the relationship I have had with him, I will carry it on in who I am.
The Reverend Robert Schuyler telephoned me following my "American Dream" segment on "Good Morning America" in the mid-1980's to invite me to guest on his "Hour of Power," the most popular televised Sunday service.
Remember with me the second Phil Schneiderman, who told us each day -- and in each blink of his closing eye -- that he knew, when it mattered most, what it meant to love us each in return.