A single, ordinary person still can make a difference - and single, ordinary people are doing precisely that every day.

Life is filled with small moments that seem prosaic until one has the distance to look back and see the chain of large moments they unleashed.

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

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

When it seems you have nothing at all to live for, death is not especially frightening.

Now it is you who everyone presumes is so fragile. Wounded. Scarred. Maybe they're right. Perhaps you are. A nursery rhyme comes into your head, and, like an egg, you allow yourself to topple onto your side, your legs still pulled hard against your torso. You lie like that a long while, watching the chrome shell of the tape measure sparkle until the sun moves.

With age comes acumen. With experience comes insight.