In a way, he is not unlike the knuckleball that he threw—unassuming, not flashy, not a power pitch, but quietly and surprisingly effective, leaving you in awe.
This little dog came into my life three years ago, but in that short time, he became a cherished companion. When he died this week at the age of thirteen, he left us who knew him with broken hearts but with fond memories of the unique little guy he was.
In times of crisis and upheaval, a chorus of voices will rise to assert their support or their critique of the state of affairs. This
I can remember my parents explaining a number of things to me about college before I left: what early morning anthropology classes were like, what