A ‘Good Death’ Demands Communication
The year? 2003. Senior year of college. I was visiting Orlando for a conference with a bunch of dear friends, most of …
The year? 2003. Senior year of college. I was visiting Orlando for a conference with a bunch of dear friends, most of …
I’m one of those people who cries at sappy commercials, especially the extended Thai life insurance ads with the Good Samaritans who …
In crisis? Please reach out… Call 1-800-273-TALK(8255) or visit http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org to chat with someone 24 hours a day. I’ve historically believed that so …
“Hi, Bill!” “Billlll!” “Heeeey, trouble!” We’d just started eating dinner when a chorus of waiters and bartenders began calling out greetings to …
Photo by Ryan McGuire, used with permission It’s not uncommon for Mr. T to look over and see tears running down my …
I stared at the onion rings as I said it. “Now, don’t read into this,” I began. We’d just gone flying, me …
I would prefer to be cremated and sprinkled. Preferably at Pebble Beach. The year? 2003. Senior year of college. I was visiting …