We all know that Facebook reunites friends who haven't seen each other for years. But what some may not realize is, that it has literally changed the face of illness, death and grief, and offers a new kind of real support in a virtual world.
I wish that during those dark days, I had access to a book that so well articulated not only how I felt, but also how I could actually come to change my viewpoint. It took me years to begin a proactive path of psychological and spiritual healing.
Although sources tell me that this next round of medical coding saves even more time for doctors and billing departments, little has been released with regard to the brand new collection of more than 60,000 easy-to-remember diagnostic codes.
I haven't left the house much over the last couple of days. My sheets are bunched up at the foot of the bed, clothes are strewn all over the floor, and containers of half-eaten soup and Emergen-C scan the wasteland from their perches on desktops and chairs. It's been wonderful.
I didn't choose to cultivate equanimity. It chose me. My experience has taught me that nothing is permanent. Change is inevitable; sometimes it brings pleasure, sometimes pain. While you can't avoid pain, you can choose to suffer less.
Mitzi Johnson said she always cleaned her son's nose bulb with hot soapy water after each use. But photos on her profile -- which have since been shared thousands of times -- show an open syringe chock-full of mold!
For almost 25 years I had it all: career, marriage, motherhood, a beautiful home -- and I was also buried under so many responsibilities for other people that I think of myself as being a member of the "Panini Generation." Worse than just a sandwich, we are squeezed and pressed.
But how does one reconcile the idea of truth-telling with an inability to differentiate between reality and fantasy? I think that question goes to the essence of great fiction and poetry making, and also perhaps to the uncanny power of dreams.
A friend of mine recently asked if I would be literary executor of his estate. He's 81, in great health and a fine poet with a couple of books published. I know it's not common to talk about death over coffee, but I was glad we got over the weirdness and could talk about everything.
I lost my mother about eight months ago, but she will be 99 in early February. This is the result of dementia. The woman she was is gone. The mother I knew can be reached neither by her conscious awareness nor by all my wishing that I could penetrate her darkening mind.
Mushroom-barley soup, a staple of my childhood, lovingly prepared by Grandma Mollie, was the most delicious soup I'd ever tasted. Grandma Mollie always got it just right, but this time, something was awry.
At the time that Sue and I lived together in our 20s, there was no test for the disease, as there is now. She had no way of knowing if she would begin to lose her physical and mental capacities in 10 years -- or never.
I'm the Victoria Jackson of infomercial fame who challenged the status quo of the makeup world by honoring the natural beauty of all women. My foundation for the "no-makeup makeup" look became the crown jewel of my cosmetics company that today has sales of more than a half-billion dollars.
Friendkeeping by Julie Klam is the book you will want to give all your best friends, not as a nudge-nudge, hint-hint reminder of what it takes to be a good friend, but rather as a celebration of just how great friends can be.
Everyone seems to be getting sick right now! In fact, it is very common to get sick during the transition between seasons. So while summer's currently turning into fall, which I'm very relieved to say after all this miserable heat, you should be taking extra precautions to protect your health.