When I first broached the subject with my parents of how they wanted the last chapters of their lives to go, I had recently offended my mother, and we were on a terrible footing. “Why…

“It’s taking too long,” my grandmother said. “I’m frying bacon as fast as I can,” I replied. She stirred a spoonful of sugar into her coffee cup. “That’s not what I’m talking about.” We locked eyes….

I have never packed so many “I love you”s into such a short window of time. My grandmother, Carrie Mae, laid on her death bed as she was transitioning from this world to the unknown….

Are you a student and looking for ideas on how to jumpstart conversations with others on your campus? Or, maybe you’re looking for research or practicum ideas that focus on advance care planning or end…

For the last few years, my Lela (the hipper version of Abuela) has been obsessed with her own mortality. She takes any and every opportunity to remind us that she won’t be here for long,…

What if death wasn’t something to be feared, or fought?  What if we could talk about death and dying as naturally as birth and living.  What if there was a liberty in accepting the limitations…