Two Irish-American writers engage questions of mortality with the sense of humor proper to a wake.

Life, death and the home country

When my cell phone rings early one sunny fall morning, I reach for it groggily, see that the call is from my mother and know that whatever she is about to say will be heartbreaking. I am still in bed in my pajamas, and my mom tells me that Marian Elizabeth has been born. Everything else my mother sa

After losing his daughter to cancer, Richard Wile embraces the kenosis, or self-emptying, of centering prayer.

A husband's journey through grief

Why must we turn our eyes from suffering? A reflection on my mother’s death.