Last time I wrote to you, I was in the snowy White Mountains of New Hampshire. I am now in a very different climate and writing to you from the high desert of San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. When my...

I am writing to you this week from the snowy White Mountains of New Hampshire where the landscape is a far cry from our Chappy flatlands. Mount Washington dominates the view from my in-laws living...

The Holiday Tea at the Community Center last week was a nice gathering of Chappy neighbors and friends. An abundant variety of cookies, scones and tea sandwiches adorned a long table and many cups of...

Thanksgiving has come and gone and we have fallen into December. It is difficult for me to believe that the year is already winding down. It seems that time is moving along faster than I am able to...

Perhaps, on your way past Slip Away Farm, you have noticed a new structure being built behind the old farmhouse. Last week, Collins Heavener, my friend and farming partner, along with the help of 16...

It was a particularly still evening at Wasque last night. A very low tide revealed a sandbar at the end of Washque Avenue, reshaping the familiar landscape into something new as shellfisherman dug...

Halloween is approaching. I hope you are pulling out your sewing kits and hot glue guns and making some creative costumes. I ran into Woody Filley and Joanne Gosser at the fall farmer’s market...

I am writing this column to you while on a family vacation in New Mexico, within a landscape that could not be more different than our own on Chappaquiddick. The desert sky is so immense, a boundless...

The light on the Pimpneymouse Farm field early this morning was, quite simply, breathtaking. It was a gold that only appears in these shorter days with cooler air; a gold that is the essence of fall...

My family and I were in Vermont for a wedding this weekend and it seems that fall settled into Chappaquiddick while we were away. The cool temperatures from up north followed us home, a nighttime...