She lays her smooth head in her mother's lap. Then she folds her long leg-long for a 9-year-old-under herself, hiding the pink satin ballet slipper on her foot.
Columns
Carey Burkett 5-01-1996
When blizzards closed down cities on the East Coast this past winter, the media reported on some strange meals people were eating.
Joe Nangle 3-01-1996
Hall of Fame pitcher Bob Feller once criticized Little League baseball for its interference in children's spontaneous play.
Ed Spivey Jr. 3-01-1996
After finally digging out from the 27 inches of snow that fell on the nation's capital-a city founded on a simple democratic principle: "What's a snowplow?"
Joyce Hollyday 3-01-1996
I did not expect a great blue heron to visit my neighborhood in northeast Atlanta.
Jim Wallis 3-01-1996
When we heard the weather report predicting another snow storm on its way to Washington, D.C., our hearts sank.
Marcy Porter 3-01-1996
Nights are the worst. I toss and turn, seeking a blessed relief from consciousness that seems to come only at dawn.
Carey Burkett 3-01-1996
A cook is a chemist. All manner of wizardry and wondrous reactions occur in the oven and the mixing bowl.
Ed Spivey Jr. 1-01-1996
Oops. Actually our 25th anniversary issue is coming up later this fall. I just forgot. I've been forgetting a lot lately since I'm getting older and...what was I saying?
Joyce Hollyday 1-01-1996
On May 12, 1982, Thony Green woke about dawn to put on the coffee at the Open Door Community in Atlanta.
Julienne Gage 1-01-1996
Tiesha became nervous as Ann and I took her trick or treating through Columbia Heights. "I hope they don't shoot you two!" she said.
Carey Burkett 1-01-1996
Talk about basic ingredients. Look at a package of pasta sometime: flour. You can't get much simpler than that.
Ed Spivey Jr. 11-01-1995
By now you're probably pretty tired of reading about money and politics, and all the other serious stuff we've packed into this thought-provoking 100-page issue.
David A. Wade 11-01-1995
Every year, at our family reunion, one more seat of memories and laughter is empty.