My gutters needed attention – and got it in a delightful way.
I’ve never been up on current tunes, but I’ve never had to be.
The Elizabethans had more options for adverbs of place than we have today; are we missing anything?
Knitters create holes with string using sticks and a clickety-clickety noise.
With spring bulbs, a minimum of effort is overwhelmingly repaid.
The screech of the rails, the blast of the horn say all is well.
If you think it’s tough to file a complaint today, try filing a compliment.
Now we know why most people don’t hike then – and also the freezing point of mayonnaise, perhaps.
Months of planning come down to a 30-minute deadline.
Living in Norway, I applied for a position without really knowing what it was.
First she was my idol, then my peer, and finally a lesson in grace.
High-school buddies find that shared trips promote wide-ranging reflection.
The fact of the break-in rattled me. Then I realized what was missing.
I have a poor eye for art. But in this case it fell into my lap, so to speak.
I was far from home for the first time. My host gave me a journal.
How a collaborative sewing project became the fabric equivalent of a riot.
He wanted to pay her. She resisted.
I saw tragedy in the Mediterranean, yes, but also compassion.
The real stuff is rare, but the work of making it yourself is rewarding.
The machine clicked loudly, telegraphing any signs of hesitation to all in the crowded lobby.