The writing of Kathleen McGookey shines more brightly than most fine things we feel pleasure to read. Celebrate it!

I love the solitude of reading. I love the deep dive into someone else's story, the delicious ache of a last page.

Read, Read, and then Read some more. Always Read. Find the voices that speak most to YOU. This is your pleasure and blessing, as well as responsibility!

why are we so monumentally slow?

For you who came so far; for you who held out, wearing a black scarf to signify grief; for you who believe true love can find you amidst this atlas of tears linking one town to its own memory of mortar, when it was still a dream to be built and people moved there, believing, and someone with sky and birds in his heart said this would be a good place for a park.

My father was very disappointed by war and fighting. And he thought language could help us out of cycles of revenge and animosity. And so, as a journalist, he always found himself asking lots of questions and trying to gather information. He was always very clear to underscore the fact that Jewish people and Arab people were brother and sister.

Later our dreams begin catching fire around the edges, they burn like paper, we wake with our hands full of ash.