The snow seemed to arrive late this year in Vermont. It’s exit seems particularly abrupt…
I wrote this essay a while back …today is the 20th anniversary of my mother’s…
The lure of early morning. A new day, a fresh start, hopeful and even…
I have struggled recently “to find my stride.” I haven’t been able to “take…
Headed to Massachusetts last week to spend some time with my daughter and her…
A yaktrax assisted run this morning. As I stepped out my door very early in…
A walk in the woods. Renewing. The path snow covered but accessible. Winding our…
The simplicity of daily tasks completed each morning feels wonderfully normal when not much…
The last vestige of my parent’s estate is in the process of being sold.…
I woke up one morning this week thinking and wondering how my 5-month-old granddaughter’s…