A Disaster Waiting to Happen
This morning, fog cloaks the neighborhood. I pull out of my driveway and cannot even see the house next door. Every instinct I have makes
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This morning, fog cloaks the neighborhood. I pull out of my driveway and cannot even see the house next door. Every instinct I have makes
Just now, we return from attending our first college gymnastics meet. At the uneven parallel bars, the gymnasts perform extraordinary movements that, when seen live
I’m driving home from a depressing budget meeting where I learn that the English Department can no longer afford to keep many of its most
A high school student in my town had a problem. She didn’t know what she wanted to do for a career. So she polled everyone.