Sometimes kindness can be delivered in a clumsy way. But it's far more sincere in its clumsiness than those distinguished men you read about in books….

Sometimes we set off down a road thinkin' we're goin' one place and we end up another. But that's okay. The important thing is to start..

I shut the bathroom door and caught sight of my face in the mirror. I had no idea how quickly it was to change, to fade. If I had, I would have stare….

I'm a binge writer. I work in the music business fulltime, in artist management and developing songwriters and recording artists, and so juggling my ….

Sometimes kindness can be delivered in a clumsy way..

Charlie Marlowe never wrote horror, but somehow horror was writing Charlie Marlowe..

I adore themes of hope and courage and the ways we find meaning through suffering..

New Orleans is unlike any city in America. Its cultural diversity is woven into the food, the music, the architecture - even the local superstitions.….

Some wars are about bombing. For the people of the Baltics, this war was about believing. In 1991, after 50 years of brutal occupation, the three Bal….

We all laced together—a brothel madam, an English professor, a mute cook, a quadroon cabbie, and me, the girl carrying a bucket of lies and throwing ….

Have you ever wondered what a human life is worth? That morning, my brother's was worth a pocket watch..

What was life asking of me? How could I respond when I didn't know the question?.

It amazed me how some people could touch an instrument and create something so beautiful, and when others tried, like me, it just sounded like mangle….

Mrs. Rimas cried at the mention of the wafer and the traditional Christmas blessing. "God grant that we are all together again next year..

We'd been trying to touch the sky from the bottom of the ocean..

David Arnold's writing is both heartfelt and hilarious. You will fall in love with Mim, even as her grand journey will keep you guessing. Mosquitolan….

A wrongdoing doesn't give us the right to do wrong..

Good men are often more practical than pretty " said Mother. "Andrius just happens to be both..

If I poured all the lies I had told into the Mississippi, the river would rise and flood the city..

I left the jutra to chop wood. I began my walk through the snow, five kilometers to the tree line. That's when I saw it. A tiny silver of gold appear….

Andrius turned. His eyes found mine. I'll see you he said. My face didn't wrinkle. I didn't utter a sound. But for the first time in months I cried. ….