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When we heard the weather report predicting another snow storm
on its way to Washington, D.C., our hearts sank.
I did not expect a great blue heron to visit my neighborhood in
Nights are the worst. I toss and turn, seeking a blessed relief
from consciousness that seems to come only at dawn. Sometimes
an intense grief overwhelms me and I want to die.
A cook is a chemist. All manner of wizardry and wondrous reactions
occur in the oven and the mixing bowl.
Hall of Fame pitcher Bob Feller once criticized Little League
baseball for its interference in children's spontaneous play.
He went so far as to say that the structured "fun" that