“Wow. I just gotta say, suicide is such a selfish decision. I can’t believe anyone would do that to someone else.” I stood there in shock. I don’t know why—she said the same thing I have said dozens of times in the past. But this time I heard those words from

The bunny that lives under our deck is mowing our lawn, one blade of grass at a time. A misshaped “V” of geese just flew overhead, so close I could hear the whir of their wings. A cool breeze is playing with the wind chimes, and I’m wrapped in a

I’ve written a book several editors like (but won’t publish) about how dying is essential to the emotional, spiritual, and even sexual health of marriage, and how I discovered this during the multiple times my husband’s physical health made me face my fears regarding death. Here’s a brief laundry list

I half knew it was mistake when I made the call. My brothers had flown into town so that we could celebrate my parents' 50th wedding anniversary. It was a special day. We gathered with friends and family at a famous local restaurant eating ribs and exchanging stories. And in