The marks on our lives are like music notes on the page--they sing a song. — Sarah McCoy Copy Share Image
“The past is a black, heavy thing. It will quietly smother our spirits if we let it. You must make peace with it and… — Sarah McCoy Copy Share
We all tell little lies about ourselves, Our past, our presents. We think some of them are minuscule, unimportant, And others, large and incriminating.… — Sarah McCoy Copy Share
“People often miss things that don’t exist—miss things that were but are not anymore. So there or here, I’d still miss home because my… — Sarah McCoy Copy Share
“1945 Elsie, I hope this letter finds its way to your good hands. Tobias and I are among friends in Zurich. The news of… — Sarah McCoy Copy Share
Using SROI to explore the value of our online question and answer service, askTheSite, helped us develop new mechanisms for speaking to young people… — Sarah McCoy Copy Share
“I guess when you're happy where you are, the grass don't seem so green on the other side of the fence. Maybe it never… — Sarah McCoy Copy Share
“While the country had legally made all men equal, they'd heard enough reports to know that bigotry festered and continued to kill with equal… — Sarah McCoy Copy Share
People often miss things that don't exist--miss things that were but are not anymore. — Sarah McCoy Copy Share
