I woke up this morning feeling the usual heaviness I’ve had since my family moved back to Seattle. My dreams are dark, and my body is achy and just uncomfortable. I wondered to myself as I was getting ready to take my son to school, " Will I ever feel good again”? Then my mind went to how people are stricken by war right now, and about how they must feel darkness every day.  I’m not talking about any one particular party, religion, or country. I’m just talking about the anguish of war itself...

I come from a family that believes intelligence is the ability to memorize and regurgitate facts. I have never been good at remembering...

“ To be sentimental, to be emotional, is not love, because sentimentality and emotion are mere sensations. A religious person who weeps...