I believe there is nowhere in the world where one is more conscious of the value of each day than in New England. It is a place that is steeped in tradition and rich in history and culture.

The end of May is here. It is time to flip the calendar to June and embrace the summer season.

The rhythm of the seasons influences human interaction and connection.

I’ve always been a voracious reader. Escaping into a book can often be a pressure release for those day to day ups, down and, most of all, sideways.

Palpable shifts. May is the month when things come to life. May is the month that prompts celebration.

Change: both good and bad, positive and negative. Either way, I’ve never been good with it.

May 1 is more than just the first day of the month.

If you’ve been to any of the 63 National Parks, you know already that it’s more than just a pretty place; it is an awe inspiring experience.

Dark gloomy, clouds have lingered overhead all but masking the sun.

It seems like we should be so far removed from the nighttime glow of artificial light, but in reality it surrounds us.