When you showed someone how you felt, it was fesh and honest. Whe you told someone how you felt, there might be nothing behind the words but habit or expectation.

Turn around, and the people you thought you knew might change. Your little boy might now live half a world away. Your beautiful daughter might be sneaking out at night. Your ex-husband might by dying by degrees. This is the reason that dancers learn, early on, how to spot while doing pirouettes: we all want to be able to find the place where we started.

I have always written about subjects that engage me - questions I can't answer myself. They apparently tend to be big moral and ethical issues!

In the end, though, I did not kill my sister. She did it all on her own. Or at least this is what I tell myself.

You didn't get past something like that, you go through it -- and for that reason alone, I understood more about her than she ever would have guessed.

No child really chooses his religion; it is just the luck of the draw which blanket of beliefs you are wrapped in.

Religion isn't in your DNA. you don't believe just because your parents believe.