It’s the summer solstice and my grandmother’s birthday. The connection seems absolutely right, though I know little about her. My mother told me of her love of nature. . . a gift passed down through the generations in our family. Now, as I watch my son till and plant his…
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A MAINE CHILDHOOD When I just turned three, my family moved to a little town in Maine. I was too young to understand, or care, that it was a rather treacherous part of the country for my mother who was raising five children and taking care of her father. I…
View More Blizzard of 2016 – Amazing Time Lapsed VideoI think I’ve lost my nerve. I say “I think” because these days it comes and goes with the wind. When or why I lost the ability to try new things I can’t say for sure. It seems like I’ve been this way forever and like my grandmother’s hand crocheted…
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