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He shoots! He scores! The wins, and losses, of fatherhood.When my son called foul on me, I took a timeout.聽I rebounded in time to witness his victory.
Come fly with me! Making paper airplanes with my grandkid sets my heart soaring.During a treasured afternoon with his granddaughter, our writer appreciates a central truth: The most important things in life aren鈥檛 things at all.
Mother鈥檚 Day memories: 5 writers remember tender moments with MomMothers and mother figures play a deeply foundational role in our lives. This Mother鈥檚 Day, five writers honor the women who shaped them.
The peculiar dish that takes me back to childhood? Fried bologna.For our writer, retro classics like Wonder bread, cold hot dogs, stovetop pudding, and ham sandwiches hearken back to his youth.聽
I ran from the law 鈥撀爐o run a rural farm in VermontThe work is grueling, and animals can get ornery. But leaving the law for a farming life in Vermont has enriched our life in ways untold.
Spring verse offers a poetic refuge in tempestuous timesFive writers offer a collection of poetry to welcome spring and, with it, light and hope during uncertain times.
Lessons from the suburbs: Good garden shears make good neighborsI loved the privacy of my green fortress. Until we hacked the hedge and opened up our world.
Richard Blanco turned from civil engineer to poet. Now he builds with words.For National Poetry Month, we talk with Richard Blanco, whose 鈥淥ne Today鈥� poem was read at Barack Obama鈥檚 second inauguration.
My mother鈥檚 jam, glistening like jewels, is gone. But I鈥檝e preserved sweet memories.As he longingly remembers his mother鈥檚 homemade fig preserves, a Cajun-country transplant in New York preserves sweet memories from his childhood.
After 2 decades of parenting, I鈥檝e learned the days 鈥� and years 鈥� are shortAs he cycles through the joys, heartaches, and phases of parenting, a dad of three girls learns to savor all of the seasons of fatherhood.
You punctuation party animal, you! How I learned to love the exclamation mark.I鈥檝e long avoided exclamation points. Until dark times arrived and the lively punctuation became a signal flare in a cold, gray sea.聽
Say! I like spiced eggs and Spam! My ode to the meat I once maligned.There鈥檚 a reason certain foods become iconic. Despite its reputation, Spam found its way onto dinner tables around the world. Here鈥檚 why.
鈥楶art dystopian, part delightful.鈥� Why winter is the new beach season.A beach in high summer is predictable. But an offseason beach holds surprises, even treasure 鈥� if you鈥檙e paying attention.
The benefits of boredom: Why empty spaces fill me upIn our fast-paced culture, being bored is often seen as a problem to be fixed. What if, instead, it鈥檚 viewed as a time to rest, retool, and rekindle?
In the dark days of winter, I kindle the light withinIt can be bleak when the sun barely grazes the horizon. But I ignite my inner glow and make my own pleasures.
This Valentine鈥檚 Day, I鈥檒l cook up a homemade romance in my cozy love nestDitch crowded restaurants this Valentine鈥檚 Day. Thirty years of marriage have taught us the sweet pleasure of the at-home date.
No map required: How I found my happy placeWhen it feels like the world has gone to pieces, find solace in your happy place. These blissful escapes can be more than dots on a map.
Are 2 cars too many? Lamenting life in the fast lane.Entering the two-car club brings double trouble for a frenzied, overscheduled dad until he鈥檚 reminded of a central truth: Less is more.
A private epiphany: How I came to revel in the pursuit of graceOn Ephiphany Sunday and beyond, my challenge is to exude love. To remind myself, I wear it proudly around my neck.
Resolved: To make my New Year鈥檚 promises (gasp!) publicNew Year鈥檚 resolutions are often soon abandoned. In recent years, I鈥檝e stumbled on a not-so-secret solution to sticking to them.
