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I love looking at the pancakes to see what form they’ve taken on, sort of like clouds in the sky.

The problem with vacations, I suppose, is that they end. But that’s part of the joy of vacations, too—that the time is limited and special.

Then a man who was fishing nearby approached us. “I really want to see them catch something,” he said.

Late on the afternoon of Father’s Day, I said, “I wonder whether I should make cupcakes….”

I’m really enjoying connecting and reconnecting with people I’ve missed so much over the past 15 months.

It was a summer evening, and I was home from college. My father and I were taking a walk together through my parents’ neighborhood when we saw a mother and her little girl—maybe 6 or 7 years old—walking on the other side of the street. My father waved, and the woman waved back. “Look!” my […]

The other night, just as I was about to turn out the light at bedtime, my sons started asking about miracles.

A poetic tribute to Brood X, the 17-year cicadas