I write this little post for the one who is known as a difficult child. You’ve been on my mind for days now, and a message has been forming for

It was two years ago this past autumn. The country was in turmoil. The national conversation was riddled with vitriol. Emotions burned hot and red like a California fire. The

It’s a cold December day. Over my head, gunmetal-gray clouds blanket the sky. Like unsmiling palace guards, they’re preventing the merest hint of the sun. For now, they are blocking

It’s late afternoon on this December day. I am walking and talking with my beloved Mr. Schrock. A chill breeze blows in my face. Chuff, chuff, chuff. Our shoes keep

The house is quiet today. In my cherished winter spot on the couch, I shift, turning my body, coffee in hand, so that the tree is just before me. Nearby,

I will never apologize for my love of the American flag. The reason you see it in photos is because it’s important to me. The reason it’s important to me?

It’s a sunny November morning. I’m heading to the supermarket to snag a turkey for canning experiment number seven. I wind my way through the aisles, picking up carrots, onions,

It began with a conversation that invited a deeper look. They were difficult words to hear, and I felt the old, sharp discomfort. Then came the whisper that began to

Thank you to all of you who celebrated the launching of the new website with me! It was like opening a long string of presents, reading your comments each day.

I’ve just boarded the plane in Atlanta. Behind me, the beautiful city of Boston, and my friends. It’s been a wonderful time of connection, and now I’m going home. Here