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

We may talk a good game and write even better ones, but we never outgrow those small wounded things we were when we were five and six and seven.

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

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

With age comes acumen. With experience comes insight.

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

And though some days it is very hard, I try not to live for the future. And I try not to dream of the past.