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.
Catching the rat was amazing. But then it got even more astonishing.
I savored the ’90s sitcom for a decade. For her, it’s fast-forward.
Mom ran her kitchen with an efficiency that the military would envy.
... and I’d been ‘rake only’ for years. Then desperation set me on a new path.
My husband heard a new career beckon – with a buzzing noise.
The men who’ve tended my yard and garden have also helped me grow.
It used to be that a phone call was for two people – and two people alone.
My sister and I both played instruments. I had talent. But she had something more.
When it came time to paint the house, we pulled out all the stops.
I was lost, and she was 1,500 miles away. But all it took was one word.
They’re a lullaby, a punctuation, a (mostly) relaxed way to travel.
Designed to hold livestock, it has now done everything but.
The encounters were cosmic, comic, compassionate, and life-changing.
Who’d let a stranger stay with them? A lot of people, it turned out.
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