I used to live in the city. We told people we were moving to the mountains of Vermont for the beauty. And it was true. Plus… there was that whole armed robbery thing. It was…
It’s Christmas. This is a time of year when believing…in something…feels essential. I love going to church, candles in hand, and singing Silent Night. I loved it as a little girl, and now, even not…
This has been the best December ever. We have a couple of feet of snow, and drifts of four or five. The nighttime mountains are big fat cartoon outlines against all this snow. We have…
It was supposed to be a blizzard, and maybe it even was. They were predicting winds of up to 50 miles per hour, a biting cold just warm enough for googobs of snow, sleet, and…
So you move 1000 miles away from where you have lived your first forty years to a sweet and beautiful place. You have dreamed about this new life for a long time. You sold your…
Twenty years ago we called it Christmas Adventure because it conjured excitement and fun in the ears of one precious two and a half year old. I was introducing Benjamin to the man about whom…
My friend Karen lives on top of Rupert Mountain. She lives there with her husband, my friend Jack. Their house is a rambling property with loosely connected buildings all filled with wide windows to take…
