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…
The significance of a tree. The big old pine has been with me my entire life. It sits vigilantly by the old road, at the lake. The pine is not ancient in the way of trees. It’s a tall pine that managed to avoid the clutches of the hurricane back in 1938 when so many of the big pines got blown down and, as a result, still sit…
On Tuesday, November 5, 1985, my life and the way I think of goodbye changed, forever. Over the last few weeks, I have watched close people in my life suffer through losing people close to them. I have been affected. Loss is a trigger to reflect and go deep within yourself. And even though it may not be your loss, you can’t help but be affected watching people…
For over 50 years, my family has been frequenting Back Lake in Pittsburg, New Hampshire. Only miles shy of the Canadian border, it is our family tradition. It was my grandfather and his buddies who first started going up annually for a men’s fishing retreat. Over the years, it spilled into many separate annual outings that included their wives and children, their spouses, and close family friends. My parents…
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