Life is about choices and Will has chosen to live. We lost a good friend recently.   The cause of death was the past. When Atticu...

  When I let friends know we were adopting Will, a fifteen year-old with special needs, I heard a lot about the heartache that was sure...

I don’t spend too much time living in my past, so it’s no mystery why I don’t spend much time wondering about what Will’s life was like b...

We woke up just before seven this morning and it was still dark out – dark and cold.   Daylight continues to dwindle while the night gro...

Will greets the morning snow on December 2nd. It's good to be alive! It’s a fine December morning and we’re feeling good.   There’...

  We do so love independent bookstores and here in the Mount Washington Valley we’re fortunate to have a great one in White Birch Books...

Thank you. They are perhaps the two most powerful words in the English language when you connect them.   And I find myself saying thos...

There’s a charm to the November woods and it is found in their simplicity. They are the secret warmth that lasts after a long weekend w...

Will makes his first mountaintop. As I write this I realize that my life is now different than it was six months ago.   I’m a changed ...

I believe in the magic of these mountains.   It’s what drew me here; it’s what keeps me here.   It’s where I connect with my late father...

Okay, so I say "we" but as everyone knows, Atticus doesn't talk.  As I often say during radio interviews when the hosts ask...

We woke up to a temperatures in the thirties this morning and earlier this week snow fell on the 4,000-footers throughout the White Mount...

I know, this is a hiking column and I’m sure I drive some other folks who write about hiking crazy by how I deviate from a simple, straig...