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We baked bread this week. We found it satisfying like a lot of people these recent weeks. Something grounding about it, re-discovering...

I stood at the corner outside the school and waited for the sixth-grade safety patrol and the adult crossing guard to wave me across. I...

Gene and I were all excited about a new mall that had just opened. This was way back in the days when malls were still places to get...

During the first week of March, just before we officially had to hunker down, shelter in place, I launched into two projects both juicy...

I have always liked tulips. Something about the shape of their petals and the silhouette of the blossom they form. Something about...

“It’s getting so late,” I mutter anxiously, the first hints of dusk beginning to settle on the savannah. “What time is it? After five?”...

Ah, Spring Break, a week off from school beginning with Good Friday. Perfect timing. Gene and I and our two and a half year old daughter...

We finish our croissants and tea in the hotel breakfast room and stop by the lobby where the receptionist/concierge hands us several...

Etch-a-sketch appeared in sixth grade, the two knobs twirled by the hands of classmates wearing Ben Casey/Dr. Kildare shirts, carrying...

Spring was beckoning, and we were excited to venture into its gentle air, to welcome It, usher in the pastel season with a trip. We...

My grandmother taught me to knit when I was nine or ten. We sat side by side on her couch one summer. Her patience and wisdom were on...

“Ghent, then Brussels,” Gene says, tracing an arc on the map as we are about to leave Calais and cross the border from France to Belgium....

I set up my side of the dorm room, brand new Smith-Corona typewriter on the desk, brand-new luggage in the closet, framed photo of my...

I like showers, hot steamy showers that relax the muscles. Soapy, exhilarating showers that melt away the world, leave the soul squeaky...

After forty-eight years, I finally found out who the prankster was in the small girls’ dorm where I lived for a couple of years. It was...

It was Saturday morning, time to set up my project on the assigned table inside the cavernous field house at the University of Delaware...

We button up, tug on gloves, Gene in a parka, I in my maxi coat, and dash into the bitter night. It is so black and deep, the two of us...

Once—and only once—Gene and I went skiing. We were in our twenties, inspired by the Winter Olympics of 1972, most intrigued by...

Ahead True confession: In the days between Christmas and New Year’s, I often found myself counting down the hours before I had to return to