The one secret thing I didn’t tell you about my garden this year is that I engaged in what my…
Grudge Worthy
I recently became aware that I’m holding grudges. I mean more than the appropriate small handful that we should all…
It’s Hammy Time
With apologies to MC Hammer. It’s been one of those weeks. As my friend aptly described it when I asked…
Enjoying the Last Bits of Summah
Fall equinox, blah, blah, blah, first day of fall … la la la … I can’t hear you. It was…
A Tomato By Any Other Name
Every year I write about my little deck garden and my travails with tomatoes. This year was an amazing year…
Trash Island: Reason 318 Why I Love Boston
Going to new places doesn’t get me nearly excited as redisovering places right where I live. I guess in that…
The Garden Giveth and Taketh Away
You may recall I planted a little container garden this summer, despite the fact that I lose most of it…
Landman Coming In
My grandparents had a little cottage they built themselves on a lake on the Massachusetts/Connecticut border where I spent many…
Sit Down, Shut Up, and Listen
I can’t take credit for this title. My wordsmithy friend Becky came up with it after our book group read…
Take Me to the River
I just finished a two-week vacation. Lucky, right? Except I had forgotten I hadn’t seen Blanche in a while (Blanche…
