I can recall this chattering sound of her teeth.

Football kicks you in the teeth.

I don't try to sound like anyone but me anymore. If something is out of my element, I try to avoid it.

She wrote in wonderful longhand. We helped shape it a little. She had a natural gift, a sense of recall and immediacy when she wrote about the pleasures of cooking and hunting for wild things.

What could be better, in the fall, than seeing salmon spawning? It would be just wonderful.

They put me in charge for a year while they looked for someone else. Thirty-five years later, they were still looking.