Seamus McCree and a day in his life by James M Jackson

My favorite name these days is “Grampa Seamus.” That’s what my granddaughter, Megan McCree, calls me. She and her father, Paddy, are spending time with me up at my camp on a small lake sequestered deep in the woods of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. We’re fifteen miles...

Liz Holt and a day in her life by Kathleen Bridge

A cup of coffee on my beach house deck, an ocean breeze, and the glittering Atlantic—my usual morning of Zen. Never believe the old adage: you can’t go home again. At the age of twenty-eight, after ten years of living in Manhattan, I am thrilled to be back in the...