Honest words have a sticking power that eludes the language of flowery coverup.
Maurice Sendak, the late writer and illustrator of “Where the Wild Things Are,” often received mail from children who read his books. He attempted to personally thank each child by returning a quick note. Once a boy, named Jim, sent Sendak a card with a cute drawing of his own on it. Sendak loved it […]
On a brutal winter night a knock was heard at the door of tiny church in a Serbian village. The priest, opening the door, saw standing before him a young woman. She was a Romani – a “gypsy” – from one of the nearby Roma ghettos where her people were confined. She was cold, hungry, […]