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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.

Funnel cakes and fishing and other fun on our trip to the beach

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

May this summer be a restful time of renewal, memory-making, and ice cream.

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 […]

Finding happiness in the simple things

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

It’s June, and every day I answer the question, “How many school days are left?”