My grandson, yes, I think it is him who said that I said that I would like to go back in time and change my life. I didn't know my grandson, I died when my daughter was sixteen. It was…

agatha was at the white house for five days when she was formally invited to shabbat dinner by mutti and herr finkham. "Tonight we celebrate the shabbat bride," said herr finkham in all seriousness but with a twinkle in his…

Individual memory is a fickle thing. It’s not at all the photographic document we try to use it as. That is why eye witnesses to a crime, or to any charged incident or to anything, really, are so unreliable. It’s…

In the present tense, re-discovering the parts of my 60 years of journal writing that particularly focus on the time I spent as part of the Broadway RAGS Company has been wonderfully reassuring to me: my years of scribbling in…

To trust to memory only, not to sahre, the many, some of he things I did as a young woman, in the freewheeling 1970s, that's what part of what it had to be, the whole world open to be taken…

She remembered the gardens of New City, the walks with her mother and watching her sit on the council by the waterfall in southern coner of the city that looked onto the leaden sea. The fog that rose from the…

Gorm sipped his "You are young and full of emotion. You must think with your brain, not your heart. Everything has a cost? Are you willing to pay?" "They didn't choose to be blue.

I was just thinking what courage it takes to get married, to make a verbal and written contract with someone that is going to last for the rest of at least one of your lives. The specifics – love, honor,…

He was a tough little mother. He was a World War II combat veteran, a dog soldier. He was an infantryman who walked across France and Germany. He was a funny little guy with oversized feet. He wore old WW…

His arms…..marble love….sculpted miracles….majestic. In the center of Florence, in a country rife with so many miracles, the Quattrocento paintings portrayed heads of saints and sinners that glowed! I’ve learned long ago not to question what comes to mind when…