What if we are designed to. . . .

Any swimmer knows that floating is just a matter of. . . .

Sizing people up is like having a second job. Every time I meet somebody. . . .

I have a photo of a little girl running toward. Her blonde curls are flying. Bulges of diapers show under her winter tights. One small red sneaker. . . .

Six weeks ago, a friend gave me a potted amaryllis bulb, brown except for one small green shoot. A few days later, I found. . . .

We sat outside, bundled in our winter coats, looking up at the night sky. She sat in my lap, her brown eyes wide. . . .