In Search of Old Barns

Connecticut has a lot of them. I see them when I’m driving around and I always think I should stop and take pictures. But there’s usually someone behind me, so that would involve finding a place to turn around, going back, and securing a safe place to park before I can even get out and take the photos.

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A River Runs Through It

My husband and I recently arrived in Connecticut for the summer. We avoided the spring rains, which ruined Memorial Day weekend here and probably a lot of other weekends as well. And that in a nutshell is why we don’t come up

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Meet Our Grand-Dog: Miso the Pomsky

My husband Bob and I recently dog-sat for a week for Miso, our daughter’s Pomsky. We adore this little three-year-old and loved having him with us – greeting us when we walked in the door and

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Christmas in Palm Beach

When we first moved from Connecticut to Palm Beach almost thirty years ago it was in October. Two months later the Christmas season was upon us. I remember thinking how strange it seemed to have warm weather at Christmastime. I’d spent my

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For Love of Pumpkins

How can you not love a pumpkin? I mean, look at them. The colors, the shapes, the stripes. Technically these are gourds, but gourds, pumpkins, and squash are all part of the same family so that’s close enough for me. In

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Rereading Books I Love

Euphoria is one of them. I’ve read it three times, and I think it haunts me more every time. Maybe I wish the words would magically rearrange themselves so the ending would be different. But then I probably wouldn’t be thinking

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Revisiting River City

It’s been a long time since I watched The Music Man, the 1962 musical starring Robert Preston and Shirley Jones (as well as a very young Ron Howard). Preston plays a con man who arrives in a

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Spicing up the Dinner Conversation

The other night my husband and I were at a dinner party. It was a small gathering – just the host, whose wife was out of town, a couple who we know, and another couple we’d never met before.

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Saying Good-Bye to Summer

To me, this is the definition of summer in Connecticut. Adirondack chairs by a Long Island Sound inlet. I wonder if anyone ever sits here. I hope they do. I would, if I lived on this quiet lane. It looks like

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