Writing Life Stories

My weekend was bitter-sweet. The husband of a very dear friend passed away Saturday morning. My heart aches for her and the grief she is and...

Four years ago, early morning, I awoke, exhausted, in a small sparse room in a hospice center where I had stayed round the clock for severa...

When we lose our loved ones, especially after we begin losing our siblings, our mortality rears up and roars at us. How long do we have lef...

Age is a learning experience that can’t be gained in the best college or university. With age comes wisdom and mature thinking. It is not ou...

July 21, 2009 is a day I'll never forget though I can barely remember most of it. I awoke from sleeping on the fold-out bed in my husban...

Grief is not a problem to be cured. It is simply a statement that you have loved someone.

Melissa is a nurse with compassion and a great heart. She cared for both Barry and me for several days. I watched her tenderly wipe his brow...