I was fourteen when my handsome and adored older cousin asked me to be his baby daughter’s godmother. The tradition went back at least three generations. My mother had been
Next year, on this day, Concord will celebrate the two hundred and fiftieth anniversary of the battle at the Old North Bridge. I imagine it must have been a day
She was always glad to see me. The day might be sunny, stormy, dismal or freezing, it never affected her mood, as far as I could know what her mood
It was a misty moisty morning. Because I had missed my group walk at Walden Pond, I was feeling as cloudy as the weather. Off, then, to do some errands,
I’ve been reading a lot lately about trees; about the forest community and how trees communicate with each other by means of thin filaments of fungi that spread under the
A man who went by the name of John wrote the following story about Jesus around thirty years after it took place. Jesus had been a wedding guest at
It was the first day of “No Mow May” and I was supremely annoyed. In the meadow near our house a neighbor powered a loud and noxious gas-fueled ride-on lawn
Back in the day, in the era when it was possible to find independent, owner-managed shops in my town, I took my electronic woes to a reliable, personable computer
‘Twas one night before Christmas, but not the night. Bells had been rung, carols sung. People were wending their way home in the chilly night, passing lighted windows, boots crunching
Murmuration. It might be… -a whispered secret in a friend’s ear, -a brook spilling over river rocks, -the sound of night breezes, insects calling in the grass, -my heart beat,
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This morning, I am taking a break from my blog break. Given the state of our country, I have decided to send out a portion of my 2017 Independence Day