Recently I returned to Spain. It was a holiday but also a pilgrimage, a search for something not located in geographical space. I was tracking my parents' dream of Spain, of each other; my own dream of Spain as a place where we'd all been together.
Every change of season evokes emotions, but spring, charging out of winter's cold dark with renewed life and brighter days, seems our most beloved. New hopes bloom like flowers springing back from roots we feared lost to numbing ice.
Writers learn early on that there are actually many people out there, incomprehensible as it may seem, who simply do not enjoy reading our work. (We p...
I read the milk container while drinking orange juice out of the bottle, holding the refrigerator door open with my body. A better thing to read about...
There are some books that really can change your life. They are not written to the demands of the bestseller list. They are short, borne out of deep experience, and filled with wisdom.