"The ache for home lives in all of us." — Maya Angelou People use the word home in ways that have nothing to do with an address. Someone returns to the town where they grew up and understands, perhaps for the first time, what Thomas Wolfe meant by
Christopher Nolan's upcoming adaptation of The Odyssey has sparked renewed interest in Homer's ancient masterpiece. But why has this story endured for nearly three thousand years? Perhaps because, beneath the monsters and adventures, it tells the story of every life searching for home.
A new film adaptation of The Odyssey has once again brought Homer’s ancient hero into the public eye. That raises an interesting question. Why do we keep returning to a story nearly three thousand years old? Perhaps it begins with the Cyclops, the Sirens, and the
Doing the right thing is easy when someone is watching. The real test comes when no one is. Suppose your town announced an unusual experiment. For the next twenty-four hours, every traffic law would remain on the books, but none would be enforced. Red lights would still
Everything changes. Wisdom begins when we stop being surprised by it. For nearly twenty years, the remains of a famous writer sat forgotten. Not in a cemetery. Not beneath a marble monument. Not scattered at sea. In a filing cabinet. After her death, Dorothy Parker's ashes were sent to her attorney's