Despite knowing that it is coming every day of our lives, too many of us are unprepared for our own death.  We pursue tests, treatments and interventions until suddenly (or so it seems), we hear…

At 26, I sat with my father on the thin nursing home mattress he’d been assigned to two weeks earlier. A nurse, round-faced and glistening with sweat, whirled into the room presenting a tray of…

I am born into a multigenerational household and my grandparents practically raised me. My grandfather used to pick and drop me at my school for most part of my school life. On our way to…

The palliative nurse told us what our doctor could not. “I think of time in terms of years, months, weeks,” he began pulling his chair close so that his knees almost touched my husbands who…

My husband was not a planner. The first Valentine’s Day we were together he hadn’t ordered flowers ahead of time and was stunned when florists were sold out that day. Ever resourceful, if also a…

Many individuals reach out to us when they hear about our work, asking us what they can do to help bring conversations to their communities, where do they start? We’ve pulled together some of our…