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Kids do say the darndest things! Enjoy these laugh-at-loud responses to the queries of poor, unsuspecting teachers.

I was delighted to find the Robert Louis Stevenson poem “Spring Carol” on a poetry blog I follow. It reminded me that I hadn’t read any Stevenson in a while. Treasure Island was one of my favorite books when I was growing up. I read it several times, and Stevenson—Scottish poet, essayist, and author—became my favorite writer for a time.

I knew, before leaving for 10 days last Christmas, that there might be a move coming in the future—not out of town or even across the street, but to the other side of the building I in which I work.

I had offered to move wherever I needed to be, even if it meant giving up my larger office. However, I’d been told I’d probably get to stay right where I was and the new people coming in to share our office space would fit in around me. HA!

A Russian woman married an English-speaking Canadian gentleman, and they lived happily in Toronto. One day, she went to the butcher’s shop to buy chicken legs.

Here’s a collection of air travel–related humor. We can’t verify that all these anecdotes are 100% true, but we can guarantee that you’ll smile. You might even laugh aloud a time or two.

I’ve spent many evenings trying to clean out my basement. I know I’ve written about this before, but I wanted you to know I’m finally getting somewhere.

It actually started when I began looking for something I couldn’t find: a piece from Dickens’ Village that I inherited from my mother. She passed away five years ago, so it was time to bring it into the light of day and enjoy it!

Another book and movie phenomenon has swept the country—it’s the vampire teen romance called Twilight.

February is heart month, literally and figuratively. This month is a combination of romantic ramblings and community awareness about heart disease.

A dear friend gave me Good Poems: Selected and Introduced by Garrison Keillor.

She knows me so well. Though I’m not a writer, she knows I love poems or phrases that “speak” to me, ones that I can add to thank-you or sympathy cards and that will, I hope, speak to others too.

This last week has been a tough one for the members of my book club. We have lost one of our group to cancer, and another one is dealing with massive health issues. After years of getting together once a month (with some absences for things like births, vacations, children’s activities, etc.), our meeting this week was missing those two.