The thing about light is that it really isn’t yours; it’s what you gather and shine back. And it gets more power from reflectiveness; if you sit still and take it in, it fills your cup, and then you can give it off yourself.

“They always threw their arms around and hugged me while crying our Yiddish ende…”

“I do know the sorrow of being ordinary, and that much of our life is spent doin…”

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“Thirty years ago my older brother, who was ten years old at the time, was tryin…”