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The art of pleasing is the art of deception—Luc de Clapiers I never liked myself—even as a child. I always felt an imaginary audience...
I knew my parents’ generation—the Roaring Twenties, the Dirty Thirties, even the fighting Forties—decades don’t abruptly end—they persist at least another...
GenerationsBy Angenette Wills "Even after 45 years..." Marla was saying when we first bumped our mindless, robotic bodies into each other outside of my...
A very beautiful woman hardly ever leaves a clear-cut impression of features and shape in the memory: usually there remains only an aura of living color...
Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living. —Emily Bronte Unearthing archeological artifacts is one thing—retrieving religious...
All motion is cyclic. It circulates to the limits of its possibilities and then returns to its starting point. –Robert Collier Robert Frost wrote...
I met Jim Crow through a colleague of mine who once used him to help an aboriginal female patient conquer her depression. Jim’s a fiftyish Mohawk Indian...
I’ve always had this thing about Rome—it goes back to my younger years when I felt called to be a priest and took far too many Latin grammar and authors...