“At the crossroads, the sacred may dwell. The devout practice a religion, performing its daily rituals. Perhaps we call it practice because we hope to become better. . . . but surely we practice a faith because that faith is our living.” — Joan Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
“In my box of sound bites there are no jackhammers, no snowmobiles, no Jet Skis, no children wailing. Music but no Muzak. It's my… — Joan Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
“We take gingko to sharpen our memories. We could be memorizing song lyrics instead.” — Joan Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
“At the crossroads, the sacred may dwell. The devout practice a religion, performing its daily rituals. Perhaps we call it practice because we hope… — Joan Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
“If you find yourself pulled beyond all practicality toward doing something -- writing poetry, building a business, restoring old cars, planting a secret garden;… — Joan Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
