Life has a soundtrack. Sometime we choose the song. Sometimes the song chooses us. Sometimes it’s just a freight train careening off the rails....
“Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of...
Greatness resides in the world all around us in unlikely places–places we despise, resent, regret, and choose to overlook–places we hide away from, places...