In early April in 1994 a missile shot up from the hillsides near the Kigali airport and brought down a small plane holding Juvenal...

We walk now in the coldest, the cruelest of winters, this winter, with its deep sorrows. But it will not always be this way, and we must...

We have passed the time for silence We have passed the complacency of safety and sanctuary. We can no longer convince ourselves that...

I spent Saturday morning embedding bricks into the muddy rim of our garden, the first layer of a decorative divider that would highlight...

I think continually of those who were truly great. Who, from the womb, remembered the soul’s history Through corridors of light, where...

Those who educate children well are more to be honored than they who produce them; for these only gave them life those the art of living...

Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? - Mary Oliver, The...