A Man Should Live His Life A

In Half Hour My Mother Has Managed To Give Me What My Father Couldn't: My Past.

Every Life Has A Soundtrack.

Houses Are Cellular Walls; They Keep Our Problems From Bleeding Into Everyone Else's.

We Are All, I Suppose, Beholden To Our Parents - The Question Is, How Much?

I Suddenly Remember Being Very Little And Being Embraced By My Father. I Would Try To Put My Arms Around My Father's Waist, Hug Him Back. I Could Never Reach The Whole Way Around The Equator Of His Body; He Was That Much Larger Than Life. Then One Day, I Could Do It. I Held Him, Instead Of Him Holding Me, And All I Wanted At That Moment Was To Have It Back The Other Way.