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  • I can feel the cold coming off the river as we slide the canoe into the current. I shiver in my many layers, wishing I had more. April is my favorite…
  • My mother was a gourmet cook and wanted me to follow in her footsteps.One of my first steps was on a stepstool next to the stove where I had the job of…
  • We already know that not everyone can be the boss. But here’s the rest of the story. Not everyone wants to be the boss, including me. There’s an…
  • Mrs. Joy was my sixth grade teacher and she wasn’t anything like her name. With black-rimmed glasses perched on her large nose, she stared hard at each of…
  • When my daughter was about two years old, she stopped taking naps. I resisted this transition—not because she needed a nap but because I needed her to…
  • I was reading the New York Times Book Review a while ago and saw a Letter to the Editor from a man I’ll call Jerry Conrad. He was a history professor in…
  • There’s an old coffee mug on my desk full of pencils. Long pencils with full erasers, waiting to be selected. Short pencils with used-up erasers, waiting…
  • I was telling my husband about a good friend. “I just met her by chance,” I said.“Who haven’t you met by chance?” he said.Oh, right. Of course. “Thanks…
  • At the grocery store, I pick up orange juice and cat food and a few other essentials. I’m on my way to the check-out when I see my husband’s favorite…
  • Several years ago, I heard a woman give a talk about a trip to Greenland where she lived with theInuit people, traveled by dog sled, ate raw seal meat. It…