In less time than it took for me to look to the ground for more ammunition, Ricky had launched two dirt clods back at me: one hitting me in the thigh, the other smacking me in the center
"Steve and I had talked it over for hours this morning, before the children got up. I was supposed to calm down more, to let the children misbehave. 'Just let them be kids,' Steve had told me again and again. 'Let them break stuff. They can't help it, so don't expect them to be other than they are.'"
I was going to marry a Turk. But first I would face a cultural gauntlet meeting his family in Istanbul.
As the boys of summer return to Tuscon, Sharon Preiss relearns the fine art of baseball.
Get ready to rumble, as Richard Weems tackles professional wrestling and the allure of violence as a spectator sport.
Stefene reflects on learning to drive - and decides she's much safer walking...
Women aren't supposed to know cars. When Joan squats down to follow the line of a jet-black fender, or admire some beautiful bodywork, men look at her as though she's from another planet.
Diana Stauber reminisces about the good 'ole days of television.
Jeremy Worsham gets tackled by the morning commute.
