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...body uses UV light to make vitamin D, which is vital for bone health, but the fair-skinned need only a few minutes of summer-sun exposure on the face and forearms and can get their winter D from fortified milk or vitamins...
That day Rusty Yates noticed a nervousness in the way Andrea moved around the kitchen, setting out cereal bowls and milk for the kids. Rusty asked her to get ointment for Paul's lip, which he'd hurt at the playground. Andrea hurriedly dabbed on the gel. John asked Rusty if he could finally have his long-awaited turn going to work with him at NASA and playing games at Space Center Houston. But Rusty had a space-shuttle design meeting that morning and was not in the mood to take John along. He told him to stay with Mommy...
...When I stopped at my favorite mini-grocery store to pick up some milk, the shopkeeper was in the middle of a conversation with friends. "I hope the American Administration falls because of this," he told them. "I hope Bush falls." Seeing me, the blonde foreigner, he asked where I was from. I told him: American, but living in Beirut. He smiled and said: "American! Welcome! We hate your government, but we love the American people. You know, we all want to live there!" Syrians have told me this for years, whenever I reveal my nationality. It was reassuring...
...know how many possibilities lie hidden in those tubers: there are many ways to kill a cat, but even more ways to cook a potato. Polish elementary schools know their potatoes. So do Polish grandmothers, and the country’s many greasy spoons, or “milk bars.” Incidentally, these aren’t very milky. Rather starchy, in fact. Then again, these tubers are a national obsession, an indelible part of the Polish psyche. A particularly potato-proud Pole might serve vegetable soup with potatoes, potatoes slivered and sautéed, and a salad...
...weird," Jessi said later, sitting at her kitchen table, her pain medications lined up in front of her beside a glass of chocolate milk. The very word makes her sad. "For 20 years, no one knew my name. Now they want my autograph. But I'm not a hero. If it makes people feel good to say it, then I'm glad. But I'm not. I'm just a survivor. When I think about it, it keeps me awake at night...