It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness.
We are all born as storytellers. Our inner voice tells the first story we ever hear.
I had seen the world as either white or black.It is only when I read the pages of her diary that I understood why the sky looked so grey.
I was one of those unfortunates adopted by upper middle-class professionals and nurtured in an environment of learning, art and a socio-religious culture steeped in more than 2000 years of Talmudic tr...
If I can only write my memoir once, how do I edit it?
Concert pianists get to be quite chummy with dead composers. They can't help it. Classical music isn't just . It's a personal diary. An uncensored confession in the dead of night. A baring of the soul...
It's a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would be a gory, blood-smeared earth.
For I have nothing to lean on, nowhere to call my home and there is nowhere I will go for Christmas to rest my head and touch familiar walls. I have no degree to show on paper or employment to take ca...
… my joints ache with fatigue, my dried up body trembles toward its own destruction in turmoils of which I dare not become fully conscious, in my head are astonishing convulsions.
Women are like locked diaries that men expect to read like open books.
Zoo-Wee Mama!