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.
Through the eyes of a green plant
B elieve it or not , plants have stories, too, and this jade would like to tell one: I was a tiny twig of a thing, perched on the n...
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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... -
About ten years ago, a guy named Dean Potter and a friend, Graham Hunt, put on their wingsuits and jumped off a cliff. The wingsuits enabled...
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A milkweed grew up in our front yard, right in front of the house, and it came up as a volunteer. Milkweed, I learned, is the only host pl...