In the first half of the nineteenth century some of the world’s greatest landscape painters came to the White Mountains. Some of them woul...

There are moments I am surprised by joy, even on days when I am already happy. It seems to me that these periodic bursts of bliss are ti...

While looking out on the deep snow in our backyard, my thoughts turned to the way the trails will look and feel when warmth returns to o...

I think perhaps the gift that comes from Atticus turning thirteen is that as he has slowed down, I have too.  The difference being that I...

The other day a friend told me I was an extroverted introvert.   As much as those two clash, I think it’s true.   After living in the cent...

I heard from a porn star yesterday.     I wouldn’t have known she worked in porn had she not explained it to me in her email and...

The simplicity of the woods.  Sigh. As I spend more time off-line I find myself more in line with who I am.  More letters written to fr...

There was a time when night hikes were highly uncomfortable for me, but all these years later I seem to find more enjoyment out of them th...

There is a divine snow falling gently onto the bare branches of the black ash tree outside the picture window as I sit writing about Will....