I recently read news about a British woman named Wendy Duffy, who died in April at an assisted suicide clinic in Switzerland. Duffy’s son, Marcus, passed away some four years ago in a freak accident at their home. Since then, Duffy said, she has wanted to join him in... Read More →

  At my New York high school in the 1970s, Brother Andrew would tell a joke to incoming freshmen: “I used to know a little Greek  . . .  but he died.” As street-smart teens, we rolled our eyes, but he knew better than we did. At class reunions, even 50 years on, we all... Read More →