Written Lives

Part 2 in a Series on Persistence His rope-burned hands were bleeding now, but he couldn’t let go. The weight on the line felt heav...

Part 1 in a Series on Persistence There would be a large pile of crumpled sheets of paper laying at my feet right now, if it weren’t fo...

“David,” said Grandfather, looking at me – for once – without the suggestion of a twinkle in his eye, “the day you learn to be publicly spec...