death

death

June 09, 2013

A recap of our favorite bits of curiosity from this week, including epistolary correspondence, Krista re-entering the Twitter fray, and a revival post. And a whole lot more!

May 26, 2013

When one's pen goes silent for three years, what's the first line to come out. Christian Wiman tell us. Listen to his beautiful reading of "Every Riven Thing" too.

May 12, 2013

On this Mother's Day, in some odd way, I can think of no more fitting tribute than to listen to Ms. Boorstein reciting these lovely lines from Pablo Neruda.

May 01, 2013

A poem about friendship and intimacy, waiting and being present in the moment that is heartbreaking and heartening in its song.

March 22, 2013

Bedridden with an incurable illness, writer Paul Martin on navigating paths of pain and difficulty, and the depth and mystery of joy.

December 17, 2012

This week we feel especially privileged to do the work that we do. A brief post by our senior editor about the decision-making behind this week's show and why it matters to us.

December 15, 2012

With the tragic shootings in Connecticut, let us turn to some of our wisest elders for light, hope, and a way forward.

September 11, 2012

A sacred space doesn't have to be a cathedral or a mosque or a synagogue. For our guest essayist, it's a city square she shared with a friend with cancer. Read this lovely essay and then tell us what is your sacred space?

July 30, 2012

“Another level of your life opens up when you recognize that you have a life that is inside.”
~Roshi Joan Halifax

The Zen Buddhist monk and medical anthropologist talks to Krista Tippett about her life, Buddhist faith, inspirations, and the vast concepts of death, compassion, grief — and neuroscience.

June 25, 2012

How do we respect the depth of a Christian snake handler's faith — and talk about it without caricaturing or lauding his life?

May 09, 2012

"I'm not unhappy about becoming old. I'm not unhappy about what must be. It makes me cry only when I see my friends go before me and life is emptied. I don't believe in an afterlife, but I still fully expect to see my brother again. And it's like a dream life. But, you know, there's something I'm finding out as I'm aging that I am in love with the world."
Maurice Sendak

May 01, 2012

“I would just like people to believe that humility — listening to the other person and trying to understand the other person — and forgiving are important.”
—David Plant

May 01, 2012

"What shall we do about the elderly dying with dementia, losing who they are — how do we help them 'die well'?"

April 30, 2012

“I’ve been more than blessed with people, with miracles, with angels all around. When I’ve been in trouble and couldn’t get up the stairs, along came a neighbor, and she just said, ‘Can I help you?’”
—Ruth Wilkes

April 30, 2012

We heard from so many people asking about the StoryCorps audio of Annie and Danny Perasa who ended this week's show. Here's an extended, animated short of the lovely couple talking about love and dying. An absolutely moving five minutes.

April 15, 2012

Recently I spoke to a class of college students — by way of Skype — in southern Minnesota. We talked about how religion is portrayed through news media. As often in my experience, this was a critical discussion about the narrow and often inflammatory way religion comes up, and usually in the context of politics.

December 19, 2011

Richard Rorty's lament reminds us of the solace of poetry.

November 26, 2011

A story of learning and friendship and circles of learning in which each person is a teacher — of learning how to live with death and learning how to live.

November 23, 2011

Jenny Ward McDonald at Her Family Headstone

Last fall the idea to visit the family graveyard came to mind for the first time in ages. Día de Los Muertos seemed like the perfect excuse to make the journey. I allowed life and distance to keep me away, however, and I never went.

I am not Latina, but I did develop a strong appreciation for Mexican culture while studying midwifery on the Texas/Mexico border. When I moved home to Georgia, I kept a piece of Mexico in my heart. Since the first idea to celebrate my ancestors Mexican-style entered my mind last year, the urge had only grown stronger. So as November approached this year, I resolved to do it. I invited my two sisters. One said she’d bake a casserole and we planned to picnic at the cemetery. On October 31st, they both cancelled on me. I was determined, however, and went anyway.

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