It was to be a quiet Christmas, with our farmhouse buried deep in snow and a blizzard bearing down, tracked by radar from the Kansas prairie. Treacherous road conditions cut us off from civilization. At noon on the day before Christmas, a dim sun rose, rimmed with a dark circle…an ominous sign. Bitter winds blew … Read moreChristmas in Maine
It might surprise some of you that Saturday night in rural Farmington, Maine, the place was hopping, and the popcorn was popping. It was opening weekend for the movie, Lost on a Mountain in Maine. My husband and I settled in our seats amid a packed house at the Narrow-Gauge Cinema. I was excited to watch my … Read moreLost on a Mountain in Maine: Movie Review
November is a stark time of year here on our small farm in Maine. Trees are stripped bare by blustery winds. Maple leaves, once bright and golden, cover the ground, now made brown and slimy by cold rains. Garlic and tulip bulbs lie buried under the hard soil, planted with the hope of new growth … Read moreWhispers from the Grave
Recently, my sister and I have collaborated on a family history book, a labor of love that stirs up memories of childhood. In one conversation we talked about a pivotal point in our lives, crucial in our development as life-time readers. We grew up in a Boston suburb complete with sidewalks lined by elm trees. Atlantic … Read moreTime of Wonder
Of a recent evening I gathered with friends round the campfire, praying, singing, and chatting. It was a pristine evening with the Milky Way smudged across the sky and a half-moon off to the east. Hidden in the grasses, crickets sang of summer ending. I thought of a chapter in Charlotte’s Web. E.B. White described the … Read moreCricket Song
