The crisis in Ukraine stirred something deep in my adopted son.
I’d never gotten a grasp on poetry. But Scout was truly passionate about it.
I felt so inadequate here. But growing taro was a way I could contribute.
Tribulation has created sharp-edged characters in Israel, and beautiful ones.
How do you bridge differences in ways that let you call a foreign place home?
The new printer looked like something that wanted my lunch money.
When I boarded the bus, I asked, ‘Is anyone here interesting enough to sit next to?’
Have you been in a school cafeteria recently? I have.
I’d resolved to become a Bostonian. But how could I feel that I truly belonged?
When is an herb too old to use? Just ask my husband.
It’s a short but important to-do list, with some critical don’ts.
One is remarkable for where it has been, the other for where I found it.
A surprise visit has me murmuring odd phrases at work, at the gym – everywhere.
Morning’s aural cues tell me where I am, and I see myself in an urban volunteer.
I'd never seen a red admiral before 2007. Now they won't leave me alone.
Or, how I discovered the pleasantly scratchy towels of my youth.
We live in a time of specialization and I can no longer repair all the machines I use.
My son bravely emerges from high school – and submerges in the ocean.
For decades it had been an avalanche of paper waiting to happen.
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