Gentle Healing Through The Act Of Meditative Writing

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...

I believe in the power of words to heal. Whether we write them ourselves or they’re written by others; whether they come through poetry,...

The first thing I see when I walk into a room on the hospice floor is not normally a bassinet sitting at the foot of a patient’s bed, but...

He hovered around her, fluffing her pillows and clearing away her uneaten breakfast. He cheerfully reported all that he had accomplished...