I've added Laura's obituary to my file of inspiration for the day when I sit down to write my own obituary -- a task I have to stop putting off.
One of the last remaining dinosaurs to roam our political terrain perished Sunday, July 28th. His name was William Scranton. And he belonged to that vanishing sub-classification known as Moderate Republican.
No parent should have to see their child die, and those who do are members of a club that no one wants to belong to. Donna and I lost our dear son, Stephen, this week at the age of 54.
When I was researching my biography on Stephen Colbert - And Nothing But The Truthiness - I was continually struck by the close relationship he shared with his parents and indeed, with all of his siblings.
Zen Master Wu Bong was the first American Zen student of the late Korean master, Seung Sahn, who founded the internation Kwan Um School of Zen organization.
For all these reasons and more, we celebrate the courage, humanity and optimism of Louis Rosner. We surround Larraine, his friends and family (including his much-adored Kira), in a cocoon love, admiration and unending appreciation.
We felt connected to him because he was so deeply and profoundly connected to what he loved.
Anthony Lewis is dead. I ate his columns in the International Herald Tribune. Devoured them. Cherished them. The sensibility from which those words of his flowed filled me with hope. Fueled me with information.
Grief-evangelism, as I choose to describe what we experienced, is similar to aid-evangelism and both need to be vigorously repudiated by people of all religions.
Dawn Clark Netsch was the first woman I really admired. I was five years old and in awe of her--her voice, her clothes, her ideas. When she spoke, she knew what she was talking about. I wanted my hair cut just like hers. I wanted to grow up and be like her.
Genki Takabayashi, the retired Japanese-born Rinzai Zen teacher, died at his home in Victor, Montana on Monday at age 81.
Rich Stallcup, one of the great ornithologists of his generation, died in December from leukemia at the age of 67. He had a certain aversion for publicity, and his life somehow mimicked the existence of the birds he so loved: intensely pursued, with a graceful passing.
I took this photo of a New York City subway stabbing, part of a wave of transit crimes that included Renee Katz, a flutist and student at the New York...
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.
The 1988 presidential campaign hardly registered as all that memorable. Yet Richard Ben Cramer's masterful character study of six of the 1988 presidential candidates brings that race and the candidates alive in ways that other campaign chronicles before and since have not.
If you could read only two pages of The New York Times, which would you choose? I would choose the front page and the obituary page. When I come home from a trip, I dash through the papers and scan those two pages. I have to know who, among my friends and acquaintances, kicked the bucket.