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.
What I learned about being a dad from Army Ranger School.
My son bravely emerges from high school – and submerges in the ocean.
For decades it had been an avalanche of paper waiting to happen.
I never learned to sew well, but I have learned to appreciate those who can.
If I wanted to get my friend his gift, I needed negotiation skills.
A dedicated letter writer knows he's beaten, but hasn't given up.
I’d get a far-off look, and Dave knew it was time to move it – again.
As a Peace Corps volunteer in Africa, I found Amadou’s questions intimidating at first.
When no one else is on the road, here’s why I delight in going 35 miles per hour.
Tozie's dad in Africa, and mine in England, shared a common aim.
As a child, I avoided team sports. Now I'm finally in demand.
I was angry about my punishment, so I took it out on the tree.
Serendipity on the way to a trek in Myanmar.
Urban ugliness yields to hidden greenery as the writer lifts his view.
A biology prof strives to teach his students English usage, too.
No laptop or Internet access required – but better wear boots.
Despite my caveats about failure, the girls were determined.