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Regret: It’s Too Late Now, or Is It?
I sobbed myself to sleep the night after my brother Jim’s memorial service. The huge…
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When the Dalai Lama Blessed the Children
When the Dalai Lama visited the United States for the first time in October 1979,…
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The Thief: When Cancer Returns
“I’m calling from Dana Farber,” a hushed male voice said on the phone. Oh no.…
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After Dallas: Facing My Shadow
“These aren’t marijuana plants,” the policeman said to his partner. He bent down to inspect a second tray of tomato seedlings…
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Demeter and Drought: When the World Turns Dry
The earth moans. Do you hear it? Plants wither. Birds neglect their morning songs. I…
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The Queen Bee and the Honey Crone
“In Minoan Crete, the Goddess and her Priestesses, dressed as bees, are shown dancing together…
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Honeybees and Humans: Our Sweet Interdependence
“I don’t see honeybees in the Shirley Poppies this year,” I said to my son David…
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Creating Confidence in Dayworlds and Dreams
I drove eleven hours in one day to spend a few days with my son David…
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Persephone: Finding Myself in Her Story
I wore a paper crown. Thick glasses concealed crossed eyes. My head tipped away from my…
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The Half-Life of Love: Eight Years Later
The half-life of love is forever. ~Junot Diaz, This Is How You Lose Her Eight years…