He’s not among the quick and not among the dead. He’s somewhere in between he tells anyone who stops his wheelchair in the halls

Christmas is now the Holidays. But Hanukkah is still Hanukkah and Ramadan is still Ramadan. Easter still has its name. The media needs more time

In a life with many valleys and a few mountaintops Alvin has met many people he thought were normal and others he thought not.

Through the window I see the sun fire up for the last time today. There are jays in the trees near the meadow,

They’ll be coming for us, the old lady told the young man next to her, the two of them sitting on stones under the bridge surrounded by trolls

There’s a force that makes a boulder hard to push up a hill. And there’s always a boulder and always a hill when it comes to helping the poor find something

I was very small the day they bombed Pearl Harbor but I remember my mother dashing around the kitchen saying nothing to me

This brilliant winter morning find… waves of snow on every lawn and red graffiti dripping from the walls of Temple Mizpah

Trumpelstiltskin is a fairy tale not written by the Brothers Grimm… It’s written every day by Fox and… America hears it every hour and half the nation loves it

Although we’ll never again be body to body or mind to mind, you and the place and the years are alive every night in the lette… I’ve stored in my room.

What we are not who we are matters to the world. Who we are not what we are

I no longer put things back where they belong. I can’t remember where they came from never mind where

Evil without we worry about but not so much evil within, parent to evil without. Evil within, once called sin,

It’s outpatient surgery and she’s running late trying to catch a spider in the kitchen sink. Wants to carry it outside