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It’s the length of the day more than its temperature that forces the season to shift

I’m proud of being a stick-in-the-mud where American English is concerned

What was odd about the frigid weeks was that our household did few or none of the normal winter things children enjoy

The inevitability of spring is enough to brighten one’s mood

In front of us, on a curve in the narrow lane that had somehow been carved into the mountainside, a “goods carrier” sat immobilized

A significant racial gap in breast-cancer mortality rates

Forget about work for a minute; my real job, it seems, is driving

“planting my cabbages,”

Weird is good

These days, the world is already here . . . if perhaps only on weekends