The day I became a widow was the day I began my desperate attempt to crawl toward any sliver of light after my life shattered into a million pieces.
But it doesn’t have to be this way. (Continue reading ...)
Having hope as death nears is not always helpful – not if it’s delusionary and detracts from positive end-of-life attitudes and actions. (Continue reading ...)
A cache of old videos recalls the height of the AIDS crisis and its critical, emotional nexus with the developing right-to-die movement. (Continue reading ...)