Christmas 2009

As I sat at my desk, gray dawn to gray twilight, the snow fell and swirled as sooty juncos swarmed the birdseed dumped on a protected table top. Barely inside the window that frames my view into the woods, I could see Garden Froggy, golden eyes bulging, disappearing...

The Fourths in Unison

In years long, long past, we often celebrated the Fourth of July at the family compound  in New Hampshire. Ma’s father’s family had been visiting Squam Lake since the 19th century; first they boarded at local farm houses and later rented a cottage at...