We’re the ones who will fill in the blank places. Maybe we can make it different.

When you care about someone and give them something special. Something that they treasire. That’s a gift.

Ellen had said that her mother was afraid of the ocean, that it was too cold and too big. The sky was, too, thought Annemarie. The whole world was: too cold, too big. And too...

The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.

And here in this room, I re-experience the memories again and again it is how wisdom comes and how we shape our future.

For the first time, he heard something that he knew to be music. He heard people singing. Behind him, across vast distances of space and time, from the place he had left, he thought he...

The whole world had changed. Only the fairy tales remained the same.