We're Tuesday people.

I believe he died this way on purpose. I believe he wanted no chilling moments, no one to witness his last breath and be haunted by it, the way he had been haunted by his mother's death-notice telegram or by his father's corpse in the city morgue.

Have you ever really had a teacher? One who saw you as a raw but precious thing, a jewel that, with wisdom, could be polished to a proud shine?

She felt worthless and hollow. There was no hope of fixing this. And when hope is gone, time is punishment.

The most important elements of faith [are] believing in something bigger than yourself, taking care of those less fortunate than you.

Take one story, viewed from two different angles. It is the same day, the same moment, but one angle ends happily... and the other ends badly.

Suddenly, details seemed extremely important. Details were something to grab on to, a way to insert myself into the story.