I've never had a friend like Max before, a friend who tries to make me feel better even when she could use a little cheering on too.
The Sky at Our Feet
The school selected me as a safety patrol, and Mrs. Trojello, my teacher in the gifted program, encouraged me to run for Student Council president.
Three Little Words: A Memoir
He seemed unusually, almost exaggeratedly, energized, and gave me an impetuous tickle from behind as he passed, which was out of character.
A Walk in the Woods
She erected a big white sign in the front yard on which she had carefully painted, in black letters with gold outlines, r. m. walls art studio.
The Glass Castle
“It gladdens my heart to see you like this, Odilia. All grown up,” Papá whispered as I leaned in and allowed him to give me a small, reserved hug.
Summer of the Mariposas
My own load, I know, weighed exactly one hundred and fourteen pounds, and someone else always had to help me hoist the rucksack on to my back in the mornings.
Boy: Tales of a Childhood
cause to puff up with a substance for fermentation
Probably indeed there is nothing more unwholesome than Dough not sufficiently leavened, ill-baked, greasy, and soured by the Addition of Fruits.
Tissot, S. A. D. (Samuel Auguste David)
Right ahead of us the Castle, the rock whereon it was pinnacled, and the village, huddled on a little plateau at its base, stood out from the hillside like a black stain upon the snow.
Mason, A. E. W. (Alfred Edward Woodley)
There they dropped their gear and clumsily pitched their tent, dug holes, and buried the plastic bags, carefully indicating each spot with a little pile of stones.
The House of the Spirits: A Novel
All I know is that somebody needs these large pieces of metal that have something to do with pumping oil as soon as possible when they call him.
Where Things Come Back
But in a way, I think my mother’s and Granny’s storytelling had had the same effect upon me when a child, as the reading of books: my mind was stimulated, my creativity encouraged.
Kaffir Boy: An Autobiography