Gentle Healing Through The Act Of Writing

When someone we love dies, the essence of who they were becomes magnified. Every trait they had becomes the most special trait...

I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me. According to hospice workers, that is the...

When I told her about my word project, she thought for a minute and decided it really wasn’t for her. She wasn’t feeling very well. Her...

I bet this story isn’t going where you think it might. Seeing the word God inside a big heart on a blog about grief and death makes an...

There is no more important time to know (or discover) what you really believe about life and death than when you’re struggling to come...

When the nurse told me there was a room she’d like me to visit, she said the patient was on hospice care and that her daughters were not...

I met with two clients last week; both of them women in their late 50s who are in the final stages of cancer. Both are confined to bed....