It seems like we should be so far removed from the nighttime glow of artificial light, but in reality it surrounds us.
I saw my first osprey yesterday. It was a glorious spring sight and, despite its altitude, hard to miss with all the noise.
The weather starts to get warmer, the sun shines a little brighter and life seems full of new beginnings.
Beware the ides of March.
March is here and our shoes are laced up for what’s typically the month where a meteorological smorgasbord is served.
When my kids were at the Chilmark School I was readily in the, so-called, loop when it came to the highs and lows of their school days.
Phone calls, texts, emails, social media posts and knocks on the door were the various ways the world came together to celebrate Jane Slater’s 93 birthday.
When I was a child, Valentine’s Day was always something to look forward to.
Even for the hardiest New Englanders, February is often the longest, shortest month.
