First Language
My sister called me from her car. “I need you to speak Des Arc-ian for my children,” she said. Des […]
My sister called me from her car. “I need you to speak Des Arc-ian for my children,” she said. Des […]
Last night Jack flipped me his copy of Philip Pullman’s The Golden Compass. “Your Rule, Mom,” he reminded me. “You
I’m going to be an Auntie Anne again. Or maybe a godmother. I’m getting another baby from China, and I’m
Over the last year I’ve really had to force Jack to learn to drive. At his age, I was absolutely
“My English Teacher is ruining Star Wars,” Jack moaned the other morning. “What? How is that possible?” I was twirling
Madeleine L’Engle is Dead. I saw the New York Times headline yesterday, and a wave of nostalgia washed over me.
Here’s a modest proposal: as soon as our little tykes are weaned, let’s put them in the desert with a
Togo Leonhard Seppala had gambled with the crossing of Norton Sound and won. He had crossed during the daylight hours
Half an hour after Charlie Evans and his dead lead dogs had arrived in Nulato, the serum was thawed and
Newspapers had picked up the story of the epidemic early. As the tone of the telegrams between Nome and the
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