Snow fell.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
One Good Thing on Top of Another by Lisa Pollak
At 7, Nyasha Dixon wanted a room of her own. Sharing a bedroom with her 6-year-old brother and 4-year-old sister was getting on her nerves. You'd feel the same way if someone popped the head off your Little Mermaid doll, scribbled on your kitten stickers and threw your stuffed dinosaur out the window in a rain shower.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
I Have to Be Who I Am, by Julie Sullivan
The morning after the governor, the mayor and members of Congress demanded that he resign, David V. Beebe arrived at his desk, as always, just after 6 a.m.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
A Track in the Snow By VERLYN KLINKENBORG, NYT
A couple of weeks ago, when the snow was at its deepest, I walked up the hill in the middle pasture after chores. By that time in the afternoon, I am often trudging through my thoughts, barely noticing anything around me. Part of the pleasure of chores is that they happen in the same light every day, though the hour changes as the days lengthen and contract. No matter what I’m doing, I am propelled outside by the falling light, which means that I’m often doing chores mid-paragraph. I imagine that the animals are mid-paragraph too, for we are all just going about our business together.
A Guitar's Life by Hank Stuever
Intro (Waltz Across Texas): Debbie Katruska brings along her neighbor, Larry Bailey, to help her pick one out. What do I know about guitars, Debbie says. That's why she asks Larry. She likes to tease her husband, Dennis, with the JCPenney catalog: Look, Denny, here's a guitar for only $79. "Oh, he gets so mad at me when I tease him like that," she says. "Denny says, ÔLook, do me a favor and don't buy me a guitar.'"
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
23 Reasons Why A Profile of Pete Carroll Does Not Appear in this Space by JR Moehringer
Pete Carroll, head coach of the football team at the University of Southern California, turns to me one night around 8 p.m. and says he’s got something to do, somewhere he needs to be. We’re standing outside his office at Heritage Hall, the redbrick headquarters of USC’s athletic program, the trophy-filled heart of Troy . I ask Carroll where he’s going, what he’s doing. He doesn’t answer.
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