As an American I wanted to explore... why are we the only first world country that still has capital punishment? Is it because we're too afraid to really examine the system, or is it because we really truly believe that this is the best way to deter future crime?

You may be real, but you're still stuck in a book.

After all, once you know that part of something exists, it stands to reason that the rest of it is somewhere out there, too.

There is a reason the word belonging has a synonym for want at its center; it is the human condition.

History isn't about dates and places and wars. It's about the people who fill the spaces between them.

Most people who offer their help do it to make themselves feel better, not us. To be honest, I don't blame them. It's superstition: If you give assistance to the family in need... if you throw salt over your shoulder... if you don't step on the cracks, then maybe you'll be immune. Maybe you'll be able to convince yourself that this could never happen to you.

My grandmother told me that her father used to ask her a riddle: What must you break apart in order to bring a family close together? Bread, of course.