Your Understanding Of A Place Changes The

After All These Years, I Feel So Free. Who Knows Where I Might Fly?

Grief, It Seemed, Was A Physical Place.

I've Been Accused Of Trying Too Hard To Rescue People

The City Of Pittsburgh Gleaming Suddenly Before Her . . . So Startling In Its Vastness And Its Beauty That She Had Gasped And Slowed, Afraid Of Losing Control Of The Car

She Had Died At Age Twelve, And By Now She Was Nothing But The Memory Of Love-- Nothing, Now, But Bones.