Leah Eskin

Noah jumped off a mountain. Not jumped, he corrected me. Ran. Noah ran off a mountain. Ran down a slope, ran in the air — cartoon-style — ran as the...

Unemployment has reached an alarming level, especially in my kitchen. Full-time workers — the toaster, blender and food processor — routinely quit. It must be shoddy upbringing, flimsy work ethic,...

My girl came home from France. She brought beer for her dad, chocolate for her brother and a cookbook for me. She brought a taste for the animal crackers called...

The mountain makes a fine vacation companion. It offers gaspingly beautiful views and, midhike, gasp-inducing terrain. The mountain's sunny days inspire the fitness fantasy, easily relinquished for cool nights of...

My new favorite lunch at my new favorite lunch spot is a salad that's built like a sandwich. Or maybe it's a sandwich posing as a salad. It starts with...

Jonah came for a summer visit. He brought his unicycle, his gardening skills and his plan to feed the world. He brought engineering homework, a taste for YouTube and a...

The English have a unique way with English. For instance, they pronounce "shrimp" as "prawn." Here we tend to toss all the little 10-legged, long-antennaed swimmers in the "shrimp" basket....

Friends are going paleo, and though I frown on all diets, this one sounds like fun. The idea is simple: Eat what cave men ate. I imagine that means woolly...

Tweets arrive regularly in my garden, via bird. They seem cheerful enough, though hard to translate. Much like the tweets that arrive via phone. Intriguing, if hard to grasp. They're...

The life coach inspires by way of Henry David Thoreau: "Advance confidently in the direction of your dreams!" he paraphrases. "Live the life you've imagined." For the pear, that life...