Apr 23, 2015 | A Day In My Life
Even though there are still snow banks higher than my head here in New Hampshire spring is in the air. It may not be easy for everyone to spot but if you’re a fourth-generation sugar maker like me you really notice the subtle changes in the season. Every year, just as...
Apr 22, 2015 | A Day In My Life
The Byzantine-style church of Mount St. Sepulchre on the grounds of the old Franciscan monastery in Washington, D.C. always looked to me as if it had been plucked from the Holy Land where it had stood in the shadow of a sacred shrine and set down in Brookland, a...
Apr 21, 2015 | A Day In My Life
The dead are not generally fretful of mortal affairs. My friend Colleen passed from this world to the next seventeen years ago last June. She can’t be bothered with global warming, the national debt, or those Duck Dynasty folks from Louisiana. She’s careful to stay...
Apr 20, 2015 | A Day In My Life
It was a hot, humid day. My yellow and blue sundress stuck to my skin, and there wasn’t enough sunscreen in the world to keep from getting burned. Thousands of people milled about, looking for treasures among the emptied out attics and garages, just like me. Besides,...
