WHAT MY MOTHER WANTED US TO PACK

by Julie Schumacher, curated from NY Times After our mother died last year at age 91, my four sisters and I gathered to clear out her apartment. We didn’t imagine the work would be onerous, since our mother — a modest, orderly person determined never to be a burden to her kids — had consciously downsized…

WHY WE READ STRANGERS’ OBITUARIES

By Sebastien Wilcox for Memorial Post Maybe a more fitting question would be “what is love?” or “how do they get caramel inside Caramilk chocolate bars?” or better still “is there life after death?” Because questions like these mess with our brains, are purely subjective, and are based on an insurmountable amount of factors –…