Elizabeth revisits the literary thinkers she encountered at age sixteen. And aren't we all searching for wisdom?
It's always there, so we might as well do something about it!
A former Buddhist monk got me thinking that time is a horrifying illusion that we can transcend.
The old adage goes, “You can never go home again”. So when I've spent so much time on the road and finally walk through that door once again, what am I returning to, exactly?
Looking back, learning, and laughing with love. How do we relate to who we once were?
Despite their joy, Father's Day and Mother's Day exacerbate wounds. How does the motherless child feel while her classmates are making cards for Mom?
Valentine Shmalentine, where're my Devorah-hearts at?
I love intense Facebook conversations, until they turn nasty. Then, my friends, I become an unhappy addict.