Well, here's reality for you. Fresh from a late plane (3 a.m.), I enter my office at Quest and - cue horror - find we've been robbed.

I am sitting in an airport in Las Vegas, waiting for a plane that is already two hours late and may in fact be much, much later. I am contemplating my life (and my navel) and finding that wherever you go, indeed there you are. And home sweet home may ...

I read with great interest the other day a letter to the editor that said, in essence, the way to make children and teens less violent is to make incarceration less attractive. Dress them in frilly clothes, he said; video tape them doing stupid things, he said; make them write ...

Here's another sample of the work produced by people in the poetry workshop program for young adults ages 21-30.

What if we became the village and all its children were ours?

Is it really too much to give our children an ordinary, everyday, all-American life.

The first time I gave money away to an addict, I didn’t know she was an addict.

I fear for Jay, as I fear for all the young black males on the Hill. I want so much to see him go forward, we fight over this from time to time.

What do you do?

A recent day was revelation day, at least for me. Actually, every day I work here is a surprise or revelation, but this day was filled with inspiration, revelation, amazement, beauty and sorrow. It was a poetry workshop evening, with young adults ages 21-30. It was "Where I Come From" ...