Seasonal reflections on the challenge – the near impossibility – of satisfactorily cooking a turkey, at least in my kitchen.
Two things are needed to learn a language: patience and perseverance. Which of these two virtues matters more, do you think?
Because no one goes downhill headfirst on a cafeteria tray better than Canadians.
Even in English, impatience is the cat that gets my tongue. Working in Spanish just makes it so much better.
My Oxford says a cat is a “small, furry, domesticated, carnivorous quadruped.” What does it know?
We can’t control the weather. But when we can finally celebrate spring when it really is spring, we will know that we have taken responsibility for our own mental health.
Barrelling through the early-morning intersection, a bus threatens my toes, which are, admittedly, hanging over the sidewalk’s edge a little too eagerly. As the gale induced by this no-doubt speed-limit-obeying bus subsides, I step out into the crosswalk, not caring whether the light is with me: the one-way, four-lane thoroughfare …
In my youth I committed easily, almost cavalierly, the Terminator’s assured style fitting me like comfortable jeans. How, in mid-life, did I come to be wearing caution like a Sunday-best suit?