The Eclipse is a bridge into new beginnings

I grew up down the street from the Key Bridge. Looking back, I had taken the time to drive across the bridge on my last few trips home. I took for granted that it would be there. It had been for nearly 50 years, and it should have been there for at least 50 more.

Opinion: What My Father Taught Me (T-R-Y)

When disasters come from all sides, where can we turn? Where do we direct our best efforts, and where can we find solace? At a time when questions are many, when words can no longer contain my shock and disbelief at events once believed impossible, I think of my father’s advice from years ago: T-R-Y.

Gratitude for Being a Death Midwife

Long or short, we enter this world alone,  and usually, we leave alone. The comfort we give each other during our lifetime is what we hope will be extended to us during the actual process of dying, as well as the moments surrounding death.