I let it go. It's like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.

We spoke French at home and I didn't know any English until I went to school. My mother was French and met my father when he visited France as a student on a teaching placement.

They had never been to the doctor. They had a lot of home remedies.

The kids knew--the three oldest didn't really say anything the whole ride home, and the two youngest didn't really understand.

He wrote these beautiful letters home.

Sometimes you just have to regret things and move on.