Dearest K (8), R (7), G (5), and J (5), Wow! Look closely at that picture! This is the stairway we all walked down to get to the...

An essential part of Thanksgiving and Christmas for me is music. So I hold my breath until it’s confirmed that my brother Bill and his...

Last night I read a Mary Oliver poem and today can viscerally feel the lingering impact of her consideration of what a soul is. As a...

Two months ago I was in Scotland and England traveling with friends Maggie and Ian, both formerly with the British Department of...

In complete darkness, I creep like a burglar up an unlighted stairway from the basement apartment in my son Rob’s house. I’m trying...

A few weeks ago I experienced an epiphany, the kind that lingers in your mind in the days that follow it... I had just dropped my...

What Goes Around Comes Around, Historically Speaking My grandmother Helen Moore was born in 1883 in Dumont New Jersey, one of the...

I live in the central village of a seaside New England town old enough to celebrate a 375th anniversary this year. Those of us who live...

The prospect of being interviewed recently on live radio was exciting, but I felt a little nervous as I drove to Woods Hole and parked...

Although this little horse is a gift from New Mexico, he will always remind me of Cape Cod snowstorms, good friends and expectations. In...