When JoAnn Moran's first child was born terminally ill in 1976, she and her husband had an emergency baptism. Even while grieving, she wished she could have dressed Molly in more than a diaper and hospital-issued undershirt.
In Victorian-era America, image was everything. Society had strict rules for every facet of domestic life, from where one built a home to how that home was adorned and even who was invited inside.
When people write me for social media advice, they often seek tips about Twitter. I've been using Twitter for eight years, and while I don't find it confusing, many do. The most popular question sounds simple but really isn't: Am I doing it right?
I lift my sleep mask to Arianna Huffington. The founder of the Huffington Post website is an ardent advocate for getting sufficient rest. It may not sound like an earth-shattering stance; indeed, it's common sense. But folks in the media industry, especially those who work in demanding newsrooms, are known for burning the candle at both ends.
It started in Paris. Now they're doing it in Singapore and Sydney, in Buenos Aires and Ho Chi Minh City. Next month, Hampton Roads joins an elite international roster of 65 cities hosting Dîner en Blanc — posh, all-white picnics in public spaces. Thousands attend annually for a night of dining, dancing and camaraderie.
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Aldus Manutius would be so proud. The Italian printer left us more than five centuries ago, but he likely would have loved how a missing comma recently helped an Ohio woman get a parking violation reversed.
The judge settled his gaze on the homeless man accused of sleeping beside a downtown office building. It was a Saturday afternoon in early April at D.C. Superior Court, and Alfred Postell, a diagnosed schizophrenic, stood before Judge Thomas Motley. Postell’s hair was medium length and graying. His belly spilled over his pants. A tangled beard hung from his jowls.
It's time to tickle the berries. "If you do, then the ripe ones will fall off right in your hand," said Erik Hansen. That's expert advice from a 9-year-old picker. I met Erik in the shade of Drewry Farms' picking shed, built between a hill that looks like it might be fun to roll down and an acre of Rabbiteye blueberries.
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