Paul Kalanithi’s beautiful book When Breath Becomes Air will move you long after the closing pages. There is one small story, however…
As a child, I struck an unusual balance between grasping a lot of concepts for my age and completely overlooking the obvious.
When we started using ruled, three-hole-punched sheets of paper, I would turn in work that would get high marks — along with comments…
Sometimes you see cause and effect. “I feel this way today because I did this yesterday.” And sometimes it comes from nowhere. Nothing. There is sun and then there are dark clouds.