We all tell little lies about ourselves, Our past, our presents. We think some of them are minuscule, unimportant, And others, large and incriminating. But they are the same. Only God Has enough of the story to judge our souls. — 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 Image
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 Image
The marks on our lives are like music notes on the page--they sing a song. — Sarah McCoy Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
People often miss things that don't exist--miss things that were but are not anymore. — Sarah McCoy Copy Share Image
