I am on a roller coaster which is click clacking up a steep incline. Lily, my eight-year-old granddaughter, is sitting next to me. "This is boring," she laments, gazing languidly over the side of ou ...  [+]

            There is a large box in the custodian's office in the elementary school where I work.  It is labeled "for lizards only." It has never been used to catch a lizard. Or anything else, fo ...  [+]

It was 1962, Wichita, Kansas.  My Dad surveyed the front yard—a very big front yard, a grim look on his face.
"Weeds," he pronounced sullenly, as if our front yard had become the equivalent of a ...  [+]