Learning to play an instrument across one’s childhood teaches discipline and perseverance, the practice of patience towards what will at long last come.
From Karen Bentley Pollick, this: the mother of Ambassador Chris Stevens played in the Marin symphony and he was part of the local classical music world, growing up.
From my friend Diana I grew up with: she served with Ambassador Stevens in Damascus and knew him very well. He was a great man and a dear friend.
Thank you, Dana Millbank at the Washington Post. Thank you John McCain for your tribute.
Thank you to these people of Libya for this.
It was a day for reading all I could, wishing that all the grieving loved ones might know that we grieve their loss along with them, and then I sat down with my silk project and created long rows of stitches to bring a little more peace into someone else’s world. To look forward to that. The day demanded it.
May the memory of Ambassador Stevens and the good people that were with him spur us on to make the world–right here in front of us and the whole of it as well, a better, not worse place. They deserve that. They gave their lives for that.