The snow is nearly gone in the valleys.   Rivers are running high.   Each day the sun climbs higher in the sky and day grows as night wanes...

Recently, my friend Wendy and I were corresponding about my fear of public speaking and she asked me if I was ready for Wednesday night...

Atticus Maxwell Finch and William Lloyd Garrison, unabashedly themselves. As a reader and a writer I do my best to avoid clichés.   I ...

If you are an author, there are many reasons to avoid the reader reviews on your Amazon page. Most importantly, what you've written...

The abandoned farmhouse. Every two weeks I decide what outdoor experience has moved me the most so I can write about it for our colum...

  Will with the drawing New Hampshire artist Chris Garby made and sent to us. The seesaw gait is gone.   When Will walks he no longe...

If I could do it all again, the one thing I’d change about my newspaper, The Undertoad , is replace some of the anger with humor.   Or at ...

Oh, the places he's gone. Will has a birthday coming up.   He’ll be seventeen on January 14.   Or maybe not.   M aybe he alread...

The wind chimes are lively tonight. They are dancing and singing and gracefully playing their music.   It’s near January, and one of t...