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I was ambivalent about giving my granddaughter my old Micky Mouse watch. Only 11, she has managed to avoid and has been protected from most

The Swan by Rilke, Translated by Robert Bly This clumsy living that moves lumbering as if in ropes through what is not done, reminds us

 “I’m 87?” He was astonished to hear this, having been told that his birthday had been two days earlier. “People die when they are 87!”.

  “Do you suppose I would ever wear this?” My sister-in-law held up a pink cluster of chiffon and lace. It was a “semi-formal” evening

“She looks just like she always has, but when I come to see her at the end of each day, she’s just not there, there.”

In the two years before he died, my friend Dan worked on his “Dharma Box”. He sourced the idea from Anyen Rinpoche’s Book, Dying with

During the past eleven months, I have been the distance learning “coordinator” for my family. Each day, my 7- and 11-year-old grandchildren have bent over

I’m still on the phone when the timer goes off. The kitchen is a hodgepodge of open flour and sugar canisters (for the Guinness Stout

A patient of mine was discussing the holidays with me and remarked that she really did not know what to think about them as she

David Kessler, author on grief and loss, shares this parable: “Picture a long, narrow dining room. The food is scrumptious, beautifully laid out. There are