Pressed between the
pages of a dusty photo album is a picture of me at about twenty years old wearing
an unsightly black eye and a band-aid. A few days earlier I had tumbled off my
water skis and the tip of the ski clobbered my cheekbone. In my vain youth I
worried about a scar, so I went to a doctor who sewed a few stitches and later
sanded it down. If the ski had hit an inch or so higher, well, I’d rather
not think about that.
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I found an old bucket in the woods and planted a mum in it. Over the years, the roots of this plant have been buried under snow, froz... -
When we lived in Oak Ridge many years ago, a tree in our yard fell down but not all the way. It wedged into another tree and needed c...
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After traveling down some back roads and winding through the hills of Virginia, we began climbing a mountain, leaning into one hairpin...