Ah, nostalgia, our bittersweet friend. I get nostalgic more than I probably should, mostly when I think about how simple life was when my siblings and I were still so young, playing around the house ...

Wisdom is in part gathered by the realization that one can only be honest with oneself. There are no lies, only distractions and suppositions that put vision and truth at bay. The wisdom and truth ...

In recollection it seems less memory than dream, how transformed the stricken city was. For years I’d been disheartened by its growing defacement: the brutal high-rises, the piled-up trash and hellish ...