One of the great philanthropists of our time passed away recently. During Kathryn's long, vital life, she gave millions to promote education, scientific research, and peace. She was my role model and friend, and I miss her already.
One aim of meditation is to develop inner strength through attention to practice. Practice is to observe and to take the opportunity to transform knowledge into an experience that helps us in our daily life.
Cesareo Pelaez was a psychology professor at Salem State College (now Salem State University). I met him in the 1980s when I was a psychology major at Salem State. Placed seemingly randomly under the wing of such a unique individual, my life was and remains forever changed.
Never have I felt more prayers for me from anyone than I did from Gordon Cosby, especially in the closing years of his life
The Last of the Mohicans was made in 1992, just after my mother (the next to the last of my Mohicans) succumbed to cancer. Very much in Chingachgook's moccasins, I am the last, now, of the Boleman-Herrings.
I know your family misses you so much but I also know that they are so very proud of you. They literally beam with pride whenever they talk about you and while you will always be in their hearts, you are now in many of ours too.
When someone you believe you know, and think well of, is at the center of the most horrible act you can imagine, the pieces don't come together. There is no making sense of an incomprehensible action.
Let's get into the real story. It's not the way she fought, and it's not that she died. That's not the story at all.
If a fraternity is not about mutual respect, then they are not a fraternity. If a chapter doesn't honor cognitive dissonance, they're just another student group on campus, and likely one of the student groups you shouldn't want to associate with.
One year can seem like a lifetime when reviewing one's own actions in detail. Going from reflection to renewed action can seem overwhelming. Yet this year, I came across a new tool in my repertoire of reflection for the sake of future action: memory.
I think it's time we take off our hats to him. My heart goes out to his family, and thank you Brett for reminding me what it means to truly live like Jesus, even when it costs you dearly.
Not that I always appreciated my mother's -- shall we say -- enthusiasm. But, as Mother's Day approaches, I look back at her life and influence with a smile and a touch of longing.
Instead of stressing about last minute present preparation like I do for most loved ones birthdays, I'm reflecting on my grandfather's life and his continuous influence on it.
It sure seems like a whole lot of the most special people in my life are leaving this life. I guess that happens as one gets older, and I honestly can...
With Passover, and the one-year anniversary of my mother's death, approaching fast, I find myself in a particularly strange situation, wondering if I have a choice in how to move forward.
It took the loss of a close friend and young man of 23 for me to continue my pursuit of happiness. But it does not have to be this way for everyone.
By Vetstreet Grief is a natural reaction to the loss of a cat or dog. It's hard to know how to cope with losing a four-legged member of your family...
What's the point of living a full life if one only uses it to burden others? We may live in a world of classes and hierarchies, but life itself is equal, and because it's short, rare, and not absolute, it also makes it special.
At his funeral on Monday, our good friend Jeff Zaslow delivered his last lecture, one more powerful than the oration that vaulted him to fame.
The unexpected passing of a man I'd never met has left behind a sense of loss. This past Friday author Jeffrey Zaslow left our world suddenly, on an icy road in Northern Michigan.
Last Labor Day, Chicago had a celebration remembering the days of Soul Train. Salute was paid to Don Cornelius, the creator of Soul Train. Don died today and instantly I remembered the party in the middle of the city that paid tribute to him.
I worked for Bingham from 2008-2010 and learned some of life's greatest lessons: Don't buy cheap coffee, always use a French press, and lie when someone asks you if you've seen Citizen Kane and you haven't.
John Buchanan, who has been for six years the Director of The Fine Arts Museums of San Francisco, died last Friday. He was responsible for a grand resurgence of interest in the museums, especially with the new de Young Museum.
Death is inevitable. It is even anticipated, if not expected, to occur for a parent long before your own demise. Still, even when it happens well into one's adulthood, losing a parent can be an overwhelming loss.
Looking back at my encounters with Havel, I'm struck by three dominant character traits: his moral courage, his ability to recognize and live with the contradictions of human behavior, and his sense of the absurd.
