Because

Experiences in life can be hard, painful, and at times, seemingly evil.  Every hell is unique and yet, at the...

On this day twenty years ago, I was speaking on the phone to a close friend living in lower Manhattan. ...

The first year of school for me was at the end of the time-period where Americans lived in fear of...

There is a subtle, often unconscious filter which hides deep within us.  I am not sure if there is a...

My first art piece reflected an intense experience.  Different metal pieces from an abandoned rail line in Maryland on a...

I grew up in a world defined by barriers and boundaries.  One accepted their existence.  Culture, economic, and race were...

From the time I was ten, I remember being in a hurry.  I wanted to experience life to the maximum.  I wanted...

My earliest telephone memory was the fun as a six-year-old picking up the line to ever so quietly listen in...

Every generation worries about the next.  Will they appreciate what came before them?  Will they take the best of what is and...

There is a specific range of years where artists and jazz came together to work wonders on my heart and...