Don’t ask me about my sun, my moon, my stars; Don’t think they will teach you my triumphs and scars. The truth you are seeking won’t come in a word. The secrets I’m keeping will speak when I want them heard. Don’t ask me my sign -- no, don’t ask me that yet.
One day, she returned with a different light in her eyes. She sought out her parents and told them: “Okay, I will marry… I will marry the man who can bring me the sky in a dress, the moon in a necklace, and fire in a pair of shoes."
We all know the story of the Tower of Babel. How the greed, the arrogance of human beings who sought to reach the realm of the gods, brought about their own destruction. How a community who once shared one language dissolved into many disparate, constantly warring groups who could not ...
When did we grow afraid of strangers? When did the popular wisdom for travelers shift from 'Trust the road and the good Samaritans who walk it' to 'Trust no one'? When did two strangers -- or four strangers -- talking on the train become the exception, rather than the rule?
The knife-edge teeth of the sharks -- who had once been their friends and accomplices in underwater adventures -- suddenly inspired fear. The midnight eyes of hawks and gulls -- who had once delighted the children with their dramatic displays of flight -- now reflected frightened stares. The ...