The Vermont landscape umber and white. Evergreens bending from the weight of snow. The contrast…
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A single curl at the nape of her young neck. A soft swirl suggesting more…
I quietly sit at my Vermont Butternut writing desk early this day. A welcome steady…
I woke up one morning this week thinking and wondering how my 5-month-old granddaughter’s…
I have recognized an expression in my four-month-old granddaughter’s face that has captivated me. I…
I have been away from my “normal” life to remember my life… Walking side…
A grandmother. I soon will become a grandmother. The word sounds like it shouldn’t be…