Maybe This Year, We Ought To Walk

We Continually Want To Unmask Our Heroes As If There Were More To Be Learned From Their Nakedness Than From Their Choice Of Clothing.

Parents Remain Our Touchstones, Fellow Travelers, Even After Death. They Are Both Missing And Present.

Women Have Gained Access To The Institutions, But Not Enough Power To Overhaul Them.

I Don't Know Exactly Why The Notion Of Homeownership Has Such A Grasp On The American Imagination. Perhaps As Descendants Of Landless Immigrants We Turn Our Plots Into Symbols Of Stability.

Traditions Are The Guideposts Driven Deep In Our Subconscious Minds. The Most Powerful Ones Are Those We Can't Even Describe And Aren't Even Aware Of.