He achieves an end that few attain: a mark once made never erased. Not words on page or transient fame; not bridges built or prizes claimed. But with form of light, of laugh and life, his immortal...

Perhaps, I think –
I will make a beautiful thing,
then die.
For this is as good a purpose as any.

Yesterday I talked to a girl who’d achieved a goal; a goal she’d set for eight long years. And I was happy for her. I admired. I admired the desire and the dedication, the focus and the...

To love despite – that is the test.

No one’s left when he returns. They’ve vacated common spaces, laughed their way to other places. Pay no bother when he’s around. Words ignore and plans exclude, but they keep him...