We lost a great actor yesterday. Along with this loss there is much we can learn.
There was a time when the obituaries were the best read part of your daily newspaper. That was, of course, back in the days when you actually had a daily newspaper. But as news moved online and the people producing it skewed younger, writing about someone's death -- or more accurately someone's life at the time they died -- became less of an art form.
Live your life's story by writing it through the actions by which you want to be remembered.
Mavis Gallant died recently at the entirely respectable age of 91. On top of the lack of maternal love and affection, Gallant endured other unimaginable emotional assaults and upheavals, realities that underlie her fiction.
I confess to not knowing much about these remarkable women until reading about their deaths. Yet, as I perused the accounts of their lives, I couldn't help but notice one character trait that seemed to burn brightly in both of these individuals.
I salute you Sid Caesar and thank you for your contributions to widening, enlightening and enhancing the fabric of American society.
Obituaries and valentines: two words that one rarely sees side by side on the greeting card rack at the drugstore or on the list of options provided b...
Shirley Temple's career as a child actor enthralled our country at a time when economic tensions gripped most families when just about everyone could use a laugh. Shirley was, as they used to say, the real ticket. Fresh faced and dimpled with that sweet voice, she was adorable without being pretentious, as natural on screen as you could imagine her performing for the relatives in your living room. Radiating star power, she tap-danced her way into everyone's heart.
She didn't remember me but flashed a lovely smile that was her trademark. I wasn't offended, but grateful that I had been among the multitude of friends who were privileged to know her. Joan Mondale was a gracious and lovely person.
America just lost a real war hero. But few know his name. That's because Pete Lutken's heroics took place in the remote jungles of Burma during World War II as part of covert Allied efforts to defeat the Japanese.
The officers were seeking suspects in a purse snatching, which had occurred at a nearby drug store. The "probable cause" used for the stop was the physical description: two black males, one taller than the other. "You're kidding, right?" asked the passenger. Well, they weren't kidding. They were serious.
A constant companion, a dog bears witness to your life and history without judgement. So when our middle dog, 13-year-old dog Tia passed away suddenly, last week of an apparent stroke due to a blood clot, it caught us by surprise.
She didn't email or have a computer, but she had something better than that for communicating: a generous heart.
The staring dog, his beloved passed-on pet, whom he painted into one of his Cajun Bayou scenes to explosive popularity, is part of sixteen other museum and permanent collections, and currently four feature collections.
A horrid year -- good riddance, you say? / But did you forget to celebrate gay / Marriage (with apparel) in Jersey and Maine, / Maryland, Hawaii? The tide has changed. / All right, it's true, the government shut down.
What if thousands, or millions of us wanted to be remembered because our lives touched others, and made the world just that much better?