As Children Grow, They Gravitate To Their

Accept The Past As Past, Without Denying It Or Discarding It.

I Don't Know What It Is About Food Your Mother Makes For You, Especially When It's Something That Anyone Can Make - Pancakes, Meat Loaf, Tuna Salad - But It Carries A Certain Taste Of Memory.

I Am In Love With Hope.

Tell Me About Your Family," I Said. And So She Did. I Listened Intently As My Mother Went Through Each Branch Of The Tree. Years Later, After The Funeral, Maria Had Asked Me Questions About The Family - Who Was Related To Whom - And I Struggled. I Couldn't Remember. A Big Chunk Of Our History Had Been Buried With My Mother. You Should Never Let Your Past Disappear That Way.

We Move Through Places Every Day That Would Never Have Been If Not For Those Who Came Before Us. Our Workplaces, Where We Spend So Much Time--we Often Think They Began With Our Arrival. That's Not True.