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Those acronymic names still manage to summon up a ghost of awe: BOS, LAX and CDG, JFK and LHR. These are the grandest kings and queens of airports, the gods that no one believes in anymore but is forced to worship anyway.
Mary's a healer. She's learning how to work her hands. She lays them on; she strokes; she massages; her aura cures by relieving congested paths in the patient's limbsójoints, trunk, neck, head. She drags their feeble electric juices along; she gets them flowing again: your tennis elbow, your yanked sacroiliac or compressed vertebra; your blocked ureter or locked pylorus.
On Being Cold
When you live in a place of such drastic weather, every second of beauty is a reminder. It's a reminder of the nature of Earth, and it's a reminder of the nature of humanity. So evanescent, so distracted, but capable of so much as well. Can you feel the ice of it?
Career Antics: Anthropologists, Aging, and A Crack at the Celebrity Circuit
Opportunities and satisfactions late in one's life were ever dwindling. The question became: Where were independence, regard, and security to be found in these elderly American lives?
Julia Braun Kessler
On the Twelfth Anniversary of the Crash of Alaska Airlines Flight 261
I didn't ask for these names to be placed together. I had expected the young, the nineteen- and twenty-year-olds, to be interspersed with the older passengers, and for the list to continue unbounded. That more names aren't listed here causes a shudder of guilt: what I'm looking at may not always last, but what is on the screen will.