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    A Classic Love Triangle: a Dad, a Dog, and Some Peppers
    • Feb 14, 2019
    • 4 min

    A Classic Love Triangle: a Dad, a Dog, and Some Peppers

    by Brittany This is Leo (middle). He’s a weiner dog that likes to eat my dad’s pepper plants. I wasn’t there when Leo first tried my dad’s peppers, but my sister said Dad was even angrier than the time we flooded the house ( a story for another time). My dad, the Pepper Lover, loves his peppers (belonging to the genus, Capsium). He likes them really hot but still enjoyable enough to eat. Usually he buys imported peppers from India or Mexico because he can never find any ones
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    Hydrangea: A Tiny (Plant) Love Story
    • Jan 3, 2019
    • 1 min

    Hydrangea: A Tiny (Plant) Love Story

    by Mark Brunson My stepmother is a painter. Mostly she paints plants, especially hydrangeas. When she and Dad married (he was 87), a large potted hydrangea occupied their bay window. It became one of Dad’s chores to carry this awkwardly sprawling houseplant outdoors in springtime and back outside each autumn. Dad passed away two winters ago. A neighbor helped carry the hydrangea out and back. That fall, for the first time, scales infested the hydrangea. I got a frantic call,
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    玉 (yù)
    • Aug 29, 2018
    • 5 min

    玉 (yù)

    by Isabel Acevedo One of my earliest memories of my Ama, my mother’s mother, is of her wrist: impossibly smooth skin always enclosed by a solid jade bracelet. The simple stone bangle would shine gently, a sea of emerald and pale turquoise gazing out at me from its glassy surface. I recall asking my mother why Ama never took it off, and she said that Ama had worn it so long that her hand had grown and it wouldn’t come off anymore; she could have it broken off, but she didn’t w
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    Venus Fly Teacher
    • Apr 18, 2018
    • 3 min

    Venus Fly Teacher

    by Tony Chang My mom is an incredible plant caretaker—she just knows how to make things grow. She has the ability to pick plants from the wilds of the forest and somehow tame them to flourish as house plants. When my parents divorced, I was five years old. The sudden shift from two parents to one was jolting. I lived with my dad and only saw my mom once every weekend. That shift made me cherish the moments I could spend with my mother. Typically, when we saw each other we wou
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    The time a bird named a flower for me
    • Mar 28, 2018
    • 2 min

    The time a bird named a flower for me

    by Ben Sikes When I was a new dad and living in Louisiana, I was working hard and trying to figure out how I was going to do this thing called life. I was newly married and had a new job at a big USGS facility working on population genetics and restoration. I was learning about the the city, Lafayette, and decided to go try frisbee golf just to be outside and see the area. I wasn't very good at frisbee golf mind you and only had 3 disks (a driver, a mid-range, and a putter),
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