Dying inevitably follows living. What makes for a good death in a just and sustainable world? I think about this a lot these days. Four years ago, at age fifty, I was diagnosed with late-stage ovarian cancer. Active and fit...

    On July 4, 2003, at 4:44 p.m., I shaved my head. In the United States, July 4th is Independence Day. My fabulous “fantasy hairdresser,” Lucy, whose salon resembles Oz, created a ceremony to assist me in lopping off...