“My father was a doctor,' she says, 'a very kind man. He died in the early '70s, relatively young.' She taps the… — Anna Funder Copy Share Image
Sometimes we exclude things in ourselves in order to be like everybody else around us-our ethnicity, our social backgrounds, our ideas. What… — Joan D. Chittister Copy Share Image
perfectionism is a slow death. if everything were to turn out just like i would want it to, just like i would… — Hugh Prather Copy Share Image
Such a thing as the child left alone to die in the hallway was unknown on the marsh. But here, in the… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
