a day of art at the theater.

Here was a monument, in fieldstone, to the art of family life.

Every dreamer knows that it is entirely possible to be homesick for a place you've never been to, perhaps more homesick than for familiar ground.

This is the river of the great 19th-century landscapists; of Cole, Cropsey and Church, and at the end of the summer it lies motionless under the haze as under a light coat of varnish.

I could sell just about anything. At the same time in the theater, it was challenging to get people to realize I could be somebody other than that Midwestern young woman.

This is a day that I'm sure is very hurtful to the senator. We would welcome the senator to come join us.