I am someone who bounds out of bed in the early morning. With a steaming cup of black coffee in hand and the day’s weather, I head to either the back deck overlooking the garden or a comfy chair inside that also has a pretty view. Tucked comfortably under my…

What is the point? I find myself thinking. Nothing really seems that important anymore, no sense of urgency or emotional surge to get “it” done. Move my space around, add a pergola, finish the kitchen, buy another typewriter, have guests come over for a weekend, all part of my daily routine I call my life, minus the thrill I used to get as it approached and the…

Back in the early nineties, when I was newly married, we went on a road trip with my in laws to Six Flags, a roller coaster park in New Jersey. …

Where You Stand is Holy Ground. This was the small sign I noticed when I happened to glance to my right while waiting at a stop light in front of a Congregationalist church the other day. …

The light is lengthening. There is that feeling in the air we New Englanders feel when the sunlight and climbing temperatures show up like a bouquet of flowers on a random day that isn’t your birthday. There is a brightness to those days, a gift in the the throes of a New England…

Another year in reflection- pivots, and more resilience than any of us have thought possible. Trips made, trips canceled. Business started, stopped, changed, reinvented. Friendships evolved. New friendships started, old friendships moved on. Family dynamics shifted. Births and engagements, large weddings, small weddings, attending concerts, events again, events canceled, deaths. …

“The the only good thing about dying young is that everyone will remember you that way. All my friends will age, but in people’s minds, they will only see me as I am right now in my twenties.” This is what my brother said to me as he took a…

I have written so often about my Grandfather, but my Grandmother, Isabelle, was so important in my life as well. Today is her Yahrzeit — in Judaism, the anniversary of the death of a parent or close relative. She died two days after her 71st wedding anniversary and two months…

Arms and hands up in the air, fist pumping, air drumming, singing every word, screaming like we were on roller coasters, we gathered last night as a group of old rockers. Finally. After a year without music gatherings, my friends and I used our — one year later — postponed…