What a Winter!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...
Do You Hear What I Hear?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...
This NovemberLast 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...
War, Honor, and My Cousin PhilTwo months ago I was in Scotland and England traveling with friends Maggie and Ian, both formerly with the British Department of...
Through and ThroughIn 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 Preschool EpiphanyA 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 AroundWhat Goes Around Comes Around, Historically Speaking My grandmother Helen Moore was born in 1883 in Dumont New Jersey, one of the...
Wish You Were HereI 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...
Live Radio InterviewThe prospect of being interviewed recently on live radio was exciting, but I felt a little nervous as I drove to Woods Hole and parked...
A Winter WindowAlthough this little horse is a gift from New Mexico, he will always remind me of Cape Cod snowstorms, good friends and expectations. In...