A Reward for Stillness
Before dinner, just as the water comes to a boil for our pasta, I head to the backyard and sit down. I prop my arms
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Before dinner, just as the water comes to a boil for our pasta, I head to the backyard and sit down. I prop my arms
Out by the blooming sunflower where our nectar feeder sits, we notice tiny hummingbirds at the feeder. Every once in a while, a much larger
Last night my husband reminds me to “take the long view.” When something goes wrong (a boring class, an argument with a friend, a dieting
I know it sounds strange, but one of my favorite activities since moving to Pennsylvania involves walking the woods in search of shed deer antlers.
I want to create a special after school treat for Valentine’s Day, but I’m out of everything. No lemon juice for lemon squares; no chocolate
Two years ago, I wrote about my daughter’s theory of bike riding. As we took off the training wheels, she said, “Little hills mean little
On the walk to school, a normally shy and withdrawn little girl comes to my side. “Guess what?” she asks, her eyes huge. She watches
Sometimes I find myself having to attend meetings I don’t want to attend with people I don’t know. Sometimes I have to enter into hostile
Last night, I attempt homemade naan (Indian flatbread). I’m learning that trying new culinary tasks–especially ones with great potential for failure–represents part of living with
Right about this time of year, my hands inevitably crack and bleed. The knuckles, red and leathery, reveal winter fissures that make me wince. Nearly