Category Archives: death

Answering Life’s Big Questions

(The following was originally published in 2009.) My daughter is getting to that stage where she’s starting to ask the Big Questions. Actually, she hit the stage some months ago, around the time I became pregnant again. I’m a fan … Continue reading

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A Stranger Saved My Dad’s Life, and this Is the Least I Could Do to Pay It Forward

“Yeah, Doug? If you want to go over the contract, we can work on that meeting next week.” “Mr. Fiore, this is the nurse. Did you need something?”  In the days following my dad’s heart transplant two years ago, he … Continue reading

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A Good Death

It’s, what, maybe our fifth night at my grandpa’s apartment? I’m losing count now. We’ve been holding bedside vigil with him, all the women in the family, which is not a lot of women and yet nearly all of the … Continue reading

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Brave New People: Raising Courageous Kids

Yesterday, there was an FBI manhunt in our neck of the woods for an on-the-run murder suspect described as “extremely dangerous.” It began near my daughter’s school and gradually progressed toward my son’s. They were both in “hard lockdown” inside … Continue reading

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12/14/2012

When they came home, I laid upon the soft spots at the bridges of their noses a kiss, which was more like a gulp for air. I desperately needed to drink in the kind of oxygen that only a mother’s children can bring to her … Continue reading

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Who Has It Harder? Me or Mine?

Exhibit A ME: I spent most of yesterday spray painting a loft bed for my 5-year-old. Long story short, I kept running out of paint, had to wedge multiple hardware-store trips between naps and preschool stuff, and ended up inadvertently … Continue reading

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