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Mastering the language of my second homeVocabulary and cadences, phrasings and simple expressions shifted from canton to canton, even valley to valley.聽
I keep on the sunny side of sidingI maintain that willful avoidance of difficult subjects is a successful emotional strategy, and I鈥檓 good at it.
My kingdom for an egg creamI have limited myself to one egg cream per week, and how I long for Friday evening when I whip up heaven鈥檚 own soda.
A lifelong gift from the grand shamanThe Grand Shaman always wanted to know what we had observed in the woods that week. It was time for nature reports.
A little toy car鈥檚 cycle of happinessMy grown-up grandchildren's new toys consist of electronics. So I decided to pass along the little red-and-yellow toy car聽to someone else鈥檚 driveway.
Why my mother counted only her 鈥榖eauties鈥�My mom's approach at scoring golf makes me wonder if I can become more optimistic simply by acting that way.
In which I discover that coleslaw is not so simpleHow hard could the recipe be, right? Five ingredients, the most obvious of which is cabbage.
On the road, I follow a paper trailBut to my 13-year-old companion, such maps are like rotary phones.
Our animal problem comes home to roostThe trouble began when I decided we needed a few more chickens for our backyard flock.
What a 9-year-old saw in Teddy RooseveltHis success crystallized my aspirations. If I could only be like Teddy, how sweet life would be.
I was 3 for 10Mrs. Lane knew I needed help, and she found a way to help me.
The day I heard poetry callIn Mr. Katz鈥檚 class, the mundanities of junior high yielded to a 鈥榤ud-lucious鈥� world.
A driver鈥檚 educationI was late for my teaching assignment when a dicey shortcut presented itself.
We are observedWe saw their comings and goings. Then we found where they went.- What鈥檚 in a name? For flowers, plenty.There鈥檚 the garden name, several local ones, and the long latinate moniker.
Heavenly help for the working dogA modest achievement in my work as an interfaith activist: A canine rationale.
How I tapped into my success鈥楲earn to type,鈥� my immigrant mother urged me. It鈥檚 an 鈥楢merican skill.鈥櫬�
It鈥檚 not just a game 鈥� it鈥檚 a lifestyleThere鈥檚 nowhere to hide from basketball in Bloomington, Ind.
I advocate for qualityOur speeded-up age resists it, because quality takes time.
In which Dave and I find an amphibious unicornLost in the woods, we spotted a large metal lid set into the ground.
