My ideal is to wake up in the morning and run around the meadow naked.
I discovered that the horse is life itself a metaphor but also an example of life's mystery and unpredictability of life's generosity and beauty a worthy object of repeated and ever changing contemplation.
If to live is to progress if you are lucky from foolishness to wisdom then...
I think that the Cold War was an exceptional and unnecessary piece of cruelty.
In the traditional urban novel there is only survival or not. The suburban...
Madam C. J. Walker (1867-1919) was “the first Black woman...
It may be that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as...
True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally...
