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I have poison ivy across my arms and legs and even on my feet. Now, I’m old enough to say,…
As the warmth spreads around my knee caps, I giggle and then laugh out loud. “That’s amazing,” I asked. “What…
He walked the streets of town, paint brush in hand. Times were tough. Men everywhere were out of work. It…
“The boomers are coming! The boomers are coming!” she sings out in this lovely voice with a grin on her…
She sat at the bottom of the stairway, holding a sign that read, “Pregnant and Homeless.” As cars rushed past…
They’re like shaken soda bottles — bouncy and fun and filled with a joy and laughter that flows freely. As…
“What if?” she asked in her quiet, modest way. “What if we buy it?” For Barbara White-Davis, who was picking…
Synchronicity is defined as, “a coincidence of events that seem to be meaningfully related.” In the class I’m taking with…
It started as a prick of conscience. Not like the prick of conscience that suggested I should stop stealing my neighbors’ newspaper — a practice that started innocently enough when I found scores of papers left abandoned to lie on the edge of slush puddles and/or half-buried in snow drifts.
It started off a joyful day as I awakened to an all white world.
Everyone knows and loves the story, a perennial Christmas favorite.
It came to her in a dream.
On the middle shelf at eye level, it posed, alluring and tantalizing.
“To Kill a Mockingbird” ranks as one of my son and daughter’s favorite books.
Right up there with “Les Miserables” for depictions of kind-hearted, benevolent souls making socially just choices in an unjust world.
At least that’s what my kids told me, as they recited their favorite lines from ““To Kill a Mockingbird.”
So many people like to say that they saw the mortgage crisis coming, as if it somehow reflects on their intelligence and foresight.
Last week when I was skimming the letters to the editor, I came across a sentence in one that amazed and delighted me.
Skype.com is a wonderful way to communicate with anyone anywhere, computer to computer for free. There’s a time delay, whether you are using a head-set, a web-cam or just typing.
You stab the large piece of romaine lettuce in your salad when a simple melody breaks through your quiet reverie.
Have you ever wondered how things could get this bad?
Leslie Reynolds-Taylor understands passion. She knows what it’s like to possess a desire so strong it overrides reason.
I grew up in a fruit bowl.
