Studies say that when parents are in pain, children suffer. I push my body as hard as I can.
My little sister's depression was realer than mine. It was not self-inflicted, but deep and hard-wired and inescapable. Ultimately we could not save her.
When should you disclose medical conditions to a date? When is illness too much for a relationship to survive?
A time for good food, comfort, joy, and ... “you could be so pretty if you only lost a little weight.”
Through epigenetics, our parents' lives could influence our memories.
Every year cemeteries across the U.S. bury over 100,000 tons of steel and 1,500,000 tons of concrete from coffins and re-enforced vaults. Green burials are all about reconnecting death and nature, reducing exorbitant costs, and sparking an environmental paradigm shift.
The online dating scene in India is primarily matrimonial websites, predicated on the idea that the first meeting between two paired users will be to chat about their wedding. It highlights a false dichotomy between modern arranged marriages and fairytale love.
My mom’s cancer and the science of resilience
This is going to be the best Thanksgiving ever. Prepare your body and mind accordingly.
Stories of bullying and hazing in the news break down to narcissism and insecurity.
Hiding the seriousness of my mother’s condition from her, my father prolonged her life through medications. When I tried to prioritize her comfort, he said I was killing her.
Child-centric parenting lets parents find more meaning in childcare.
It's easy to be skeptical of drug companies. But those of us with polycystic kidney disease, a potentially fatal genetic disorder, stringent FDA regulation seems to be taking away hope.
“If you wear a girl’s costume, some people may ask you questions or wonder why you’re dressed like a girl,” I explained. “I know," he replied.
Recent trends show that people increasingly value material goods over relationships—but neuroscience and evolution say this goes against our nature.
An ICU physician on taking time to discuss with patients how they see their final days
Perfect has been the way to be for several generations of women. I don’t remember my grandmothers suffering from this syndrome: women who raised families during the Depression, who baked and gardened and read well; who were fundamentally happy, and felt no pressure to look like stick figures. But those Mad Men years took their toll.
My mother is not a typical Internet commenter.
As my mother and I wrestled with the idea of turning off my father's pacemaker, I learned about the moral, medical, and legal obstacles to letting someone die.