Both My Parents Loved Words.

Does Any Woman Ever Count The Grains Of Her Harvest And Say: Good Enough? Or Does One Always Think Of What More One Might Have Laid In, Had The Labor Been Harder, The Ambition More Vast, The Choices More Sage?

And One Of The Things That I Learned Was You Can't Generalise At All About A Woman In A Veil. You Can't Think You Know Her Story, Because She Will Confound You Over And Over Again. She May Be An Engineer Or A Diplomat Or A Doctor. Or She May Be An Unbelievable Babe With Bleached Hair Down To Her Waist.

'you've Got Mail!' Exclaims The Cheery Automaton At America Online. The Flag On The Mailbox Icon Waves Invitingly On My Computer Screen. For A Second, I'm 10 Years Old Again, Waiting For The Postman's Whistle To Slice The Stillness Of An Australian Afternoon.

...the Hagaddah Came To Sarajevo For A Reason. It Was Here To Test Us, To See If There Were People Who Could See That What United Us Was More Than What Divided Us. That To Be A Human Being Matters More Than To Be A Jew Or A Muslim, Catholic Or Orthodox. P. 361

They Say The Lord's Day Is A Day Of Rest, But Those Who Preach This Generally Are Not Women.