Sixty is not middle-aged. Not even close. Sixty is a reckoning with the truth of mortality, with change, with a…
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a hymn to October
It is one of those late, mild, autumn days that feel particularly precious in New England. We love them even…
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oasis
The surgeon was running a little late. I was right on time. I had followed every pre-op instruction to the…
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beautiful things
This quiet morning. My friend asleep in her bed, snuggled deep in a nest of pillows, her faithful terrier molded…
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this (good) life
A mid-summer Monday morning. After a weekend away, I’ve spent a couple of hours setting the house back to rights….
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in awe of the subtle
I am perched on a stool in my friend’s kitchen, looking out at the same mountains I see from my…
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