This is a post about sharing. About a man who has inspired me for a long time, and his impending loss. It’s about intelligence, wit, and vulnerability. And the irreplaceable magic of those braided qualities. It’s about making a good life, and a good death. I don’t know when I first discovered Oliver Sacks. Perhaps even before…

As a kid, summer was my favourite season. Then spring, as I grew into adulthood. Now, as I age further, it’s autumn. It’s the only season we have two names for: autumn, and fall, to commemorate the incredible palette of leaves sifting through the honeyed light. Camus, that existentialist who believed only in the leap…

My friend Richard died this week. Tuesday, to be precise. And in light of that precision, he was really my sister’s friend, at least at first. But because we ended up talking across her FB page, we became friends too. I can’t believe he’s gone. Funny, sly, profane, intelligent & wise, Richard dominated any conversation…

When I took this picture, I was thrilled. Here was a hawk, on our corner, w/ its kill! And a second later, I noticed another hawk — a mature one, sitting atop the fence behind its offspring, watching as the young one tried to figure out how to eat a dead squirrel. How cool! I…

More from Beliefnet and our partners
More from Beliefnet and our partners
Close Ad