Maureen Dowd's thoughtful essay reminds us that Washington, along with its Maryland and Virginia suburbs, is filled with communities of ordinary and extraordinary people.

Ms. Korzen's essay reminded me of a sign my parents once saw: "We buy junk and sell antiques."

These poignant essays remind us that every life holds struggle and that there is no one path to achievement or happiness.

To the Editor: Mr. Rotella's essay reminded me of an experience about 30 years ago.

The essay reminded me how far we have come and how far we have to go.

To the Editor: Ms. Furlaud's touching essay reminded me of a once-in-a-lifetime trip my husband and I took to Bali in 1993.

Christopher Caldwell's essay (July 17) reminded me of the trade-off between convenience and security.

Walter Kirn's essay (Feb. 11) reminded me of the advertising messages that made a lasting impression on me in my youth.

Samantha V. Chang's essay (Lives, March 11) reminds me of the stratification that exists in our society.

Pogrebin's essay reminded me that when my memory was only 30 years old, it contained half as many people, places and experiences as it does today.