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Why he’s ‘Ben,’ not ‘Odysseus’
In naming draft animals, brevity can circumvent catastrophe.
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How Mrs. Peters came into my life just in time
I was discouraged, struggling. She gave me inspiration and skills.
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How we coaxed a smile from Solly
Our guard was as dedicated as he was thin and serious.
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Once again, the river runs wild
The now-undammed Penobscot River has brought bounty to my backyard.
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Some feathered pros lend a hand
My gutters needed attention – and got it in a delightful way.
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In new situations, I sing an old song
I’ve never been up on current tunes, but I’ve never had to be.
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The press of gratitude
I’ve loved ironing ever since childhood. Now I understand why.
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We waited, and it was worth it
Today we can get almost anything, anytime. So why do we need it faster?
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The bazaar of last resort
Someone out there will buy almost anything on Ebay. And for me that’s good news.
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My debt to ‘Sea Hunt,’ and to my dad
Lloyd Bridges starred as a scuba diver, submerging us in life under the sea.
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Breakfasts that nourished my dreams
My father and I would talk about the world, the theater, New York.
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Then it struck me, and not very gently
What kind of parent builds a nest on the ground – and then takes on all comers?
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Return of the natives
A gardener finds that some plants are more at home than others.
Photos of the Week Photos of the Week 07/17
Kids play in the mud during Mud Day at the Nankin Mills Park, July 11, in Westland, Mich. The annual day sponsored by the Wayne County Parks takes place in a 75' x 150' giant mud pit that gives children the opportunity to get down and dirty at one of the messiest playgrounds Southeast Michigan has ever seen.
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Hither, thither, and everywhither?
The Elizabethans had more options for adverbs of place than we have today; are we missing anything?
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The mystery of knitting ... remains a mystery
Knitters create holes with string using sticks and a clickety-clickety noise.
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A golden host of my own
With spring bulbs, a minimum of effort is overwhelmingly repaid.
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A freight train sings me an iron lullaby
The screech of the rails, the blast of the horn say all is well.
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Gratitude in an age of automatons
If you think it’s tough to file a complaint today, try filing a compliment.
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What we learned from our winter hike
Now we know why most people don’t hike then – and also the freezing point of mayonnaise, perhaps.
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Modesta’s, and my, life-changing choice
Months of planning come down to a 30-minute deadline.
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This is how badly I wanted a better job
Living in Norway, I applied for a position without really knowing what it was.
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I keep running into Mary Richards
First she was my idol, then my peer, and finally a lesson in grace.
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A decades-long chat among friends
High-school buddies find that shared trips promote wide-ranging reflection.
