I have often gotten on my soapbox with regards the the language we use when we talk about/with dying people. I have often threatened to haunt...

During the time I was very sick and not expected to live another year, one of the most challenging parts of human interaction was the pity I...

Emily, my dog, had died of a brain tumor one month before I went looking for a new dog. The lack of dog-ness in...

They're talking about us. The talking never stops, really. The amount of thought, energy and resources that go into exploring and implementing...

A few months ago, I was walking through the Newark, NJ airport and saw an older woman with bleached white hair, bright red lips and blue...