My grandparents, like many genocide survivors, took most of their stories to their graves.

My wife and I would be very comfortable having a baby at home, or using one of the terrific nurse-midwives at the hospital.

But it's funny how the memory works and how sometimes we just belive whatever we want.

He recalls what that first German soldier said to his major: No God-not yours or mine-approves of what you're doing.

I have lived with magic and without magic, and I can tell you with certainty that a life with magic is better.

But history does matter. There is a line connecting the Armenians and the Jews and the Cambodians and the Bosnians and the Rwandans. There are obviously more, but, really, how much genocide can one sentence handle?

Dead … might not be quiet at all.