Tag: Lives

My friend Ted and I were sitting in the bar of the Hilton Hotel, located a couple of blocks away from the TD Garden, the home of the Boston Celtics. The Los Angeles Lakers and Celtics had split the first two games of the 2010 NBA Finals at Staples Center, and we decided to see two of the next thr...

Life in ancient Rome was oft times unreasonably brutal. Whether you were a slave, soldier, or even an emperor; it was more than likely your death would be horrific and very, very public. Political or military power kept most people alive for a time, though it is a fleeting thing and shifts from pers...

Melancholy rivers run through this body of lingering sorrow and a yearning for lost stories forgotten by time — in another life, I could live a thousand lives. A hundred birds in one, a hundred letters of burning passion that has never died, a hundred different psalms that brin...

Why do we sometimes think the spectacular things mean the most, looking up only at those who have accomplished something grandiose? Do we not achieve much in the little moments at work, school, and around noon at the grocery store? Is not the first bicycle ride without help, the first solo dri...