In college I shared a bathroom with a girl who made her own cheese. She rode a bike with no brakes and handlebars that you had to hold crooked to go straight. She washed her hair only once a week, and convinced me to do the same. She also composted. One wet spring evening I …

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Cammie Donaldson — 50-years-old Executive Director of the Florida Association of Native Nurseries — Melbourne, Florida Cammie Donaldson has been my neighbor since I was three. My parents say they remember her on a hot summer day in the early 90s shaking her malfunctioning lawnmower, swearing, and swearing that she would never mow the lawn again. …

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Every once in awhile, the name of a novel you last read five years ago, or a painting you last saw two years ago, or a song your mom used to play growing up, hangs around in your head for about a week, until you finally go and find it, and somehow, it reminds you …

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My mother, Patty Goffinet, has always been a field biologist. In her highly unsupervised childhood in the wild west town of Fort Pierce, Florida, she spent a lot of time trudging around in the lagoon, picking up hermit crabs and sea squirts and studying them carefully. Their environment — the harsh, flat, marshland landscape of …

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Fall came to Novosibirsk the last day of August. The week before had included a minus 1 evening, but that was a summer aberration. The last day of August was the real start of fall. That day the air became especially clear, and the light changed to that special tilting light of spring and fall. …

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Have you ever peered through a crowd of potential mates and wondered which would go camping with you? Which would tolerate cold, heat, mosquitoes, and bagels for lunch every day long enough to trek through the backcountry for a week with you? Which would still think that you’re beautiful with greasy hair, hairy legs, and …

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Great things have been created because of/ in spite of confining situations. Think of Pride and Prejudice and the oddities shoved into local history museums: flowers woven out of a dead great aunt’s hair, to-scale cork models of historic buildings, decoupage ashtrays. Still, from the point of view of Russian language, Jane Austen basically sat at home.

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