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We do watch which files we send overseas. There are some [for which] you don't want to have foreign accents, read more
We do watch which files we send overseas. There are some [for which] you don't want to have foreign accents, such as our government title.
Brittany is our best closer. We're glad she's back. I thought tonight we came out in the first half afraid read more
Brittany is our best closer. We're glad she's back. I thought tonight we came out in the first half afraid to make mistakes and sat back and watched things happen.
I know coach's record. I don't know what everybody else's record is. But we're all cheering for her.
I know coach's record. I don't know what everybody else's record is. But we're all cheering for her.
I just don't know what it was.
I just don't know what it was.
It used to be just the opposite. It used to be us watching them. We know about the established program read more
It used to be just the opposite. It used to be us watching them. We know about the established program they have (in baseball). Now, we're trying to establish something on this side of the street.
Constant preoccupation with food, weight, and body image is a sign that an eating disorder is sapping energy from other read more
Constant preoccupation with food, weight, and body image is a sign that an eating disorder is sapping energy from other areas of life.
The show will lose $16 million this year.
The show will lose $16 million this year.
When I look through hundreds of online (applications) each year, summer camp counselors are almost always a hit because they read more
When I look through hundreds of online (applications) each year, summer camp counselors are almost always a hit because they know what they're getting into. They choose to work with kids again, so they generally like it and relate well with them  and the kids really pick up on that.
Smell brings to mind... a family dinner of pot roast and sweet potatoes during a myrtle-mad August in a Midwestern read more
Smell brings to mind... a family dinner of pot roast and sweet potatoes during a myrtle-mad August in a Midwestern town. Smells detonate softly in our memory like poignant land mines hidden under the weedy mass of years.
