a我以前英语不太好现在好了 My beforehand English not too good present good [translate] a: tree front house fell hurrIcane Irene Answer from hipnek Answer from t0mb0ygirlygurl Answer from trekincat Just be thankful it didn't... : 树前面房子落飓风答复从hipnek答复从t0mb0ygirlygurl答复从...
I hadn’t been able to do my typical long walks downtown with Miles lately as I strained a hip muscle (dreaded piriformis thang) last month trying to take down a dead tree in our backyard. The tree won. I haven’t been able to run without pain and just made the even more painful ...
was forcing a passage through the midst of the groups and dragging on his arm the banker Steiner, an exceedingly small man with a corporation already in evidence and a round face framed in a setting of beard which was already growing gray. ...
On approaching the two-month mark (and the end of my time) of living in Japan (near Tokyo), I’ve experienced a full range of emotions here. But about a month in, I started having a “crisis of dislike” with the place. It inspired a train of thought about why I could never live...
Many times I have felt so sorrowful for her missing out on this joy. She did get to know and love my granny James. But I am sorrowful no more. While she did get to see her parents become grandparents, it’s hardly the same. But with such little experience she has become the best ...
I felt like I was standing on a slick deck in a storm, each time I got upright I got knocked back down. I felt unnecessarily guilty for my grief. I wasn’t close enough or a good enough friend to mourn that deeply, surely others were more worthy of that sorrow. Anyone who’s ...
There was not an inch of room for Lottie and Kezia in the buggy. When Pat swung them on top of the luggage they wobbled; the grandmother’s lap was full and Linda Burnell could not possibly have held a lump of a child on hers for any distance. Isabel, very superior, was perched be...
A few weeks ago, my husband had a household accident that resulted in a head injury and severe concussion. Thankfully, he is on the mend and expected to have a full return to “normal” — whatever “normal” is, I’m not sure I remember. I won’t bore you with the details but ...
I took the hand resting on my hip and raised it to my mouth, kissing his knuckles. His fingers were cold from the evening air and tightened on the warmth of mine. “You managed,” I said softly, and rolled onto my back, bringing him with me. “Only just,” he murmured, finding...
When I was young, my dad would always say, "Crystal, you can choose your attitude." One day I chose to believe him.