Home is a place in the mind. When it is empty, it frets. It is fretful with memory, faces and places and times gone by. Beloved images rise up in dis….

New York does nothing for those of us who are inclined to love her except implant in our hearts a homesickness that baffles us until we go away from ….

All we have to face in the future is what has happened in the past. It is unbearable..