death

Earlier this year, I wrote a blog post called “The Month I Died.” No, I don’t plan to die any

Even writing that sentence feels surreal. And yet, in the quiet moments—lying in her bed for the first two nights

Image by Jonas Peterson Next February, I’m going to die. Not permanently, I hope. But convincingly enough that the world—and

A wailing siren and a soft, reassuring hand. That is all I remember from my ambulance trip in suburban St.

We don’t need to live longer. We need to live deeper. And that doesn’t require a plane ticket or a

I was reading Deepak Ramola’s book “The 50 Toughest Questions of Life” and found this particular inquiry deeply intriguing. Somehow

As Steve Jobs suggested, “Almost everything–all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure–these things just fall away

(And, very important new note: my urologic oncologist called me midday yesterday to say that the data he gave me