When I was little, Eddy Spaghetti was our paperboy. It took all afternoon for him to deliver the
As twenty-something newlyweds, we left apartment life in Denver and bought a bungalow in a small mountain town.
My neighbors are great, they come over when you need them and help out in a time of need. One of my neighbors accidentally hit and killed their two year old son about 6 months ago.
My grandmother opened the door of her two-room, Castro Street apartment. We hugged each other in the entryway and exchanged the usual
To paraphrase Richard Ford: This is not a happy story, I warn you. More troubling than that, I'm not entirely sure it's true, even though I remember it vividly.
In the small Dales village where we now live, we have really great neighbours. Most of them are really lovely people, very helpful and they can never do enough for you.
Several weeks ago, friends were lamenting the fact that no one just drops in anymore. We schedule months in advance to just have an adult play date.
In my dreams, I live in a house that's on a patch of land far far from the next house. There, I can walk around naked without worrying about Joe Bob next door sneaking a peak under my curtains.
Last Thursday, Larry and Debby, neighbors in our small mountain community of less than 100 homes, sent out a plea to help them look for t
Yesterday, on a perfect summer's evening, I leashed up my dog, Rose, for a walk to the park.
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