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After the leaves have fallen and gardens have shriveled, the witch hazel declares, “The show must go on.”
The pewter urns. The silver. The furniture of known provenance. Now I know why the pharaohs were buried with so much stuff.
It’s my home’s imperfections that make it interesting. But it’s not only the house. Everything I own seems to have a glitch, often by my choice.
She was her family’s jean-patcher growing up, so she hated holes as an adult. But what about fashionable ones?
I never dreamed I’d be a tech reviewer – or that it would provide such an occasion for cooperation and growth.
It was during a time of transition that our car needed an oil change, and my Uncle Dale offered a hand.
My young friend needed help with her garden. I can’t work my smartphone or my computer, but suddenly I was no longer a fogey, but an authentic Elder.
What is the charm of the average mud puddle to youngsters? It’s only dirt and water. Is it the sound of the splash?
In a cycle of homegrown food – seeding, growing, tending, harvesting – I came to understand a different version of the American dream.
I had to have one, just one, of my very own, found on my own. Beach time for me became Petoskey time, no exceptions.
Vocabulary and cadences, phrasings and simple expressions shifted from canton to canton, even valley to valley.
I maintain that willful avoidance of difficult subjects is a successful emotional strategy, and I’m good at it.
I have limited myself to one egg cream per week, and how I long for Friday evening when I whip up heaven’s own soda.
The Grand Shaman always wanted to know what we had observed in the woods that week. It was time for nature reports.
My grown-up grandchildren's new toys consist of electronics. So I decided to pass along the little red-and-yellow toy car to someone else’s driveway.
My mom's approach at scoring golf makes me wonder if I can become more optimistic simply by acting that way.
How hard could the recipe be, right? Five ingredients, the most obvious of which is cabbage.
But to my 13-year-old companion, such maps are like rotary phones.
The trouble began when I decided we needed a few more chickens for our backyard flock.
His success crystallized my aspirations. If I could only be like Teddy, how sweet life would be.
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