There was a final bit of conversation a few days before my father’s passing...

Many of us have already come to understand the concept of achieving optimal health by caring for ourselves in a holistic manner.

Most of our deepest pain seems to come from relationships of one kind or another.

Our hectic lives have made dinnertime into a fast food caloric refueling.

This is a story about love, courage, great pain and forgiveness.

Tremendous responsibility lies in the arms of those who raise children. We are not only responsible for our children, but for the kind of people they will be and therefore the kind of world we will have.

“I think I can,” “I think I can,” “I think I can!” chugged the Little Engine as it made its way up the hill.

From a young age we’re inculcated with the admonishment to not trust strangers, not to talk to them, nor are we to accept from them candy or rides in cars.

It is said that a woman enters into marriage convinced she will change her groom into the man of her dreams and a man enters the pact believing his bride will always remain just like she is.

As soon as we are conceived, we begin to form ideas about who we are and what this world is like.

It was a hot August day when we were told that it was close to the end. When we arrived, Sandie was still able to communicate and respond but as the day progressed, she began to slip away.

John Holland is an internationally renowned psychic medium who has spent more than 20 years investigating and developing his abilities as a psychic medium.

About eight years ago while leaving work on an early July evening, a most startling and fascinating experience unfolded.

Hope is an ambiguous word. We can use it to show our enthusiasm: "We hope that our friends from the Caribbean will visit us this summer." Or our sorrow: "I do hope those friends don't turn up tonight."

What is life as a human being really about? I had not given much thought to this or took time to observe it in myself or in others until after I found myself in a hospital, paralyzed from the neck down, unable to speak.

In the 1970's I was a lifeguard in Hopkinton MA. One dark, cold afternoon we were waiting for the rain to start so that we could officially close the beach.

“Seeing My Aunt Again” is a story that is difficult to tell, not because of the emotions it evokes, which are more closely related to joy than anything else, but because the symptoms of the experience seem almost cliché.

Since my earliest childhood memories, I have thrived on seeking knowledge and experience of all things spiritual and beyond the reach of our five physical senses.

For many years I was associated with a nature center. I worked in its animal program and also served as one of the center’s trail guides, taking groups of kids and adults out for nature walks.

Have you ever planned out your whole day from beginning to end and then gotten a strong feeling that you should change all your plans and go to the beach where you ended up bumping into a long-lost friend?

The fountain of youth isn’t out there. It’s inside each one of us, just waiting for us to finally find it. Of this I am absolutely certain. I’ll tell you how I found it.

A poor man whose profession was custodian of the Vedas, believing he could make greater spiritual progress by breaking the bonds of attachment to everything worldly...

Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night feeling that there is “something” in your room? It can be a disconcerting, even frightening experience. And it’s much more common than you might think.