I Had This Odd Sibling Rivalry With

My Father's Body Lies In A Stone Tomb High On A Hill. People Walk By, Pause, Think Their Own Thoughts About Him And Move On, Back To Their Own Lives. I Can Never Move On. He Is Everywhere.

I Have A Feeling Of Reverence About My Father Being In His 80s - A Feeling That I Want To Whisper, Take Soft Steps, Not Intrude Too Much. He's Like A Stately Old Cathedral To Me Now.

I Had This Odd Sibling Rivalry With America.

Life Lesson 3: You Can't Rush Grief. It Has Its Own Timetable. All You Can Do Is Make Sure There Are Lots Of Soft Places Around - Beds, Pillows, Arms, Laps.

[on Her Father, Ronald Reagan:] How Do You Argue With Someone Who States That The People Who Are Sleeping On The Grates Of The Streets Of America 'are Homeless By Choice'?