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

The rectangular early 1960s red quarry tile with white grout made everything look wrong

All of a sudden, it seemed as if the sun and we again were in sync

Although lacrosse is much the same basic game as soccer, it is more warlike

One of those rare people whose joy in life is truly infectious