rose hip

So here I am in my requisite Lululemon pants, grunting along to an old hip-hop song at a most ungodly hour.

This was a guy from the hip-hop generation and with a perspective that was inextricably linked to that generation.

Young, hip, urban millennials are using tools like Instagram to become one of the fastest growing travel markets.

I asked her how her trainers, born and raised in Iran, have learned how to teach hip-hop.

Bits of paper blew aimlessly about, wafted by a little, feverish breeze, which rose in spasms and died away.

The women at once rose and began to shake out their draperies and relax their muscles.

We all rose to our feet, and he shook hands with everybody without waiting to be introduced.

A sob rose in her throat, and broke from her lips transformed into a trembling, sharp, glad cry.

"I hope you don't think I speak always to strangers, like that," said the girl in the rose hat.