As the E.B. White watched his wife Katherine planning the planting of bulbs in her garden in the last autumn of her life, he wrote, “there was some thing comical yet touching in her bedraggled appearance...the small hunched-over figure, her studied absorption in the...
My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what I am. To take pride in my thoughts, my appearance, my talents, my flaws and to stop this incessant worrying that I can't be loved as I am.
In the late 1930s-1940s, Michael Bond, author of Paddington Bear, saw Jewish refugee children (Kindertransport children) walking through London's Reading Station, arriving in Britain escaping from the Nazi horrors of Europe. Mr. Bond, touched by what he saw, recalled...