We should give some thought to death, particularly our own. It helps us clarify what's really important.
The famed site, unknown by the general public until now, was built as a temporary safe haven for celebrities to hide from TMZ and other like-minded media reporters but has been adapted for the current emergency.
We just launched a new six-word challenge: What's your six-word obituary for Michael Jackson?
By 1950, 83% of Polish immigrants in the city were naturalized citizens, and 42% owned their homes, even though the average education among them was only 6 years.
The passing of this beloved master and progenitor of modern yoga puts the weight of the future of yoga's integrity squarely on our shoulders.
Twitter invites us to think about the relationship between significance and triviality, between brevity and profundity.
I've written about farewell before, but it's been awhile since I had to say the final "goodbye" to someone in my immediate family. But today I find myself doing that.
It's time to say goodbye to my many fellow celebrities who have foolishly neglected to survive this past year.
Huntington theorized that, with the end of the Cold War and the removal of ideology as a source of conflict, it would be cultural and religious differences that would now propel history.
Odetta's concert was more than I could ever tell you about now. I remembered being visited by things other than from this world.
This is the great gift of the Bush administration, that apathy has fallen by the way side; citizens are once again active in government. This is George Bush's legacy.
What I remember most about that day was every time Newman had a break in filming he would come over, sit down nearby, and perform goofy tricks for me.
It will be a long time before we can fully absorb what a loss his death has been.
Paul Newman was beautiful. You could never root against him. It might have been easier for him to sink into villainy if he wore dull-colored contact lenses, to blunt the brilliance of his eyes, to hide the twinkle.
While Wallace understood well the solipsism of depression -- see "The Depressed Person" -- he himself evinced none of it, in spite of his affliction.
Nancy and I celebrated every day. We made our marriage a daily commitment. We had fun, grew wiser, struggled, laughed, collected, built, moved, nurtured, spat, loved and lost as all of us do.