A few years back, my wife was working as a hospice nurse. She found the work demanding, exhausting, and intensely rewarding.
It takes a special kind of person to care for the dying. Beyond medical skills, hospice nurses develop a bond with their patients, navigate family dynamics, and shepherd patients to a peaceful, dignified death.
“Endings matter, not just for the person but, perhaps even more, for the ones left behind.” ― Atul Gawande, Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End
Late one afternoon, at the end of my wife’s workweek, she arrived at home. …
Hi Roy- Excellent observations. Reminds me of the instructions before a plane flight. Put your oxygen mask on first, otherwise you're unable to help others. If parents don't take care of their health, they're no good to their kids. However, having been in law enforcement over 26 years, I encountered parents who put themselves above their kids in every way. Partying came first. TV came first. Raising healthy, well-adjusted kids takes love, time, effort, and sacrifice. This doesn't mean becoming a helicopter parent, just a loving and engaged one. Thanks for reading!
Yesterday I was stuck in the service department at my local Chevy dealership, waiting for them to fix my truck’s headlight. A home improvement show blared on the flat-screen TV, but everybody around me seemed hypnotized by their smartphones.
I settled into a corner chair and pulled a book from my backpack. Out of habit, I always take a book with me to appointments.
As I became absorbed in what I was reading, the shrieks of a little girl broke my concentration. Looking up, I saw a frazzled woman leading her energetic daughter to the available chairs across from me.
On the morning of May 6th, my iPhone buzzed on the nightstand, awakening me. I fumbled for my reading glasses, sat up, and looked at the glowing screen.
It was a calendar reminder, with the words, “Dad’s birthday.” I leaned back on my pillow, slid off my glasses, and closed my eyes.
Dad passed away in 2004 at the age of 83. I was with him the day he died, holding his hands. He was unconscious, but the hospice nurse said he could still hear me.
“A couple of years before he died, I kissed my father goodbye. He said…
A good friend of mine died many years ago and I was given the honor of delivering his eulogy. The church was packed and I was nervous.
His children, parents, siblings, friends, and professional colleagues were all there. It was important for me to strike the right tone.
Tragically, my friend died by his own hands. He had been through a difficult divorce and then fell into a pernicious depression resistant to therapy or medication.
Delivering a eulogy under such sad conditions is difficult, but my friend’s rich legacy of goodness made the task easier. In the days leading up…
The deer trail was slightly overgrown, and I had to navigate past a thicket of poison oak and huge webs from orb-weaver spiders. When you’re an adventurous kid, it’s amazing the things you’ll tolerate outdoors.
The backyard of our home in the hills of Los Gatos, California, opened up to the deep woods. Entering this shadowy world beneath the tree foliage felt like leaving the wardrobe into magical Narnia.
“One day, you will be old enough to start reading fairytales again.” ― C.S. Lewis, The Chronicles of Narnia
As a ten-year-old boy, I knew little of the challenges and turmoil…
It had been a long, 12-hour day at the Wall Street investment bank Salomon Brothers. For Trisha Meili, her position as vice president in the bank’s corporate finance department and energy group often resulted in long days.
Trisha was only 28 years old, which is young for a bank vice president, but she came to the bank with an impressive educational background. She was a Phi Beta Kappa economics major at Wellesley College. She earned an M.A. from Yale University and an M.B.A. in finance from the Yale School of Management.
My mother was a Parkinson’s patient. Her tremors made it difficult to eat, and she was unable able to walk.
As she aged, Mom needed to go to doctor appointments more frequently. Fortunately, she lived in the same town where I worked, and I was able to take her to appointments.
Getting Mom to the doctor was a production. I had to take time off of work because the whole affair was time-consuming.
I’d arrive at her apartment in the assisted living center, and help her into her wheelchair. …
I’m allergic to cats. They make me sneeze and wheeze. The problem is something called Fel d 1, which is a glycoprotein produced by salivary and sebaceous glands in cats.
When my wife Nicole and I first met and began dating, I was introduced to her loyal cat. His name was Einstein, and she raised him from a kitten. The two of them were a package deal.
In today’s landscape of social media noise and technological advancements, almost anything goes. Where once there were editors, publishers, and gatekeepers for the content we consume, now anyone with a smartphone can write, record, film, and publish with reckless abandon.
The Internet has democratized the sharing and distribution of creative content. In the past, you needed talent and connections, now you just need a smartphone and social media accounts to share whatever you like.
This is a good thing because it’s easier than ever to share content, and the underrepresented have a greater voice now. …