From The Invisible Kingdom: Reimagining Chronic Illness: 

From Our Man: Richard Holbrooke and the End of the American Century:

From Avoid the Day:

From David Smith and the Transformation of American Sculpture: 

From A Thousand Trails Home: 

From You Hide That You Hate Me And I Hide That I Know: 

Calixte said it was still too soon for him to trust even the friendliest, most innocent of his childhood neighbors — the people, he said, “who did nothing against us and, when there were killings, used to come and help us bury bodies.” He said, “They act like they love us, but I can’t tell.”

From The Baby on the Fire Escape: 

From The Tears Of A Man Flow Inward: 

There was a time when silence reigned all over my village. Rivers were loud, but their rhythmic sounds were part of the silence. People worked in their fields with hoes. There were no cars, no factories. I imagine that to Westerners that time and place would have resembled the Stone Age. Planes flew over the village, but never more than once a week.