I love to bake. Baking is my first go-to when someone needs love and care. I immediately offer up homemade food. It’s what I want to celebrate with: Baked goods! It’s how I want to socialize: A cup of coffee and a freshly made pie. I am completely content and happy to wake up on a Saturday or Sunday morning in the winter, take up residency in my kitchen…
“1-2-3, 4-5-6, 7-8-9, 10-11-12 ladybugs, at the ladybug picnic.” Are there any Sesame Street people out there? I grew up on it. Every morning after breakfast, my sisters and I would tune in while my mother got things in order for the day. At the oddest times, it comes back to me. Something triggers a memory. Like today, Sesame Street poked me, and coming out of its long…
I had an odd thing happen to me the other night at dinner. I met a friend of mine at a restaurant in Saratoga–The Mouzan House. I had been hearing wonderful things about the restaurant for years, and it did not disappoint, it was a delicious meal. The restaurant occupies an old brick farmhouse in the middle of Saratoga Springs. It’s an oasis in the middle of a…
For four short days every year, when I was a teenager, I became part of something bigger. It was bigger than me when I was 15. It is bigger than me today, at 47. Eastern States Exposition. New England’s premier agricultural fair. Every year, our state (New Hampshire), along with the five other New England states, sent a delegation of 4-H youth and their dairy cows down to…
Oh, how I loved the opening day of fishing. It meant spring and an early morning wake-up on the last Saturday of April every year. My sisters, father and I would meet W and his sons in the dark up in Boscawen at their farm. Poles in hand, our fathers would drive us up to Franklin, to wet a line just as the sun was coming up over…
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