Friends in Foul Weather

It has just been, cold. What really is there to say about the fact that cruel and cold go together somewhere in the language for a reason? And where my general approach to winter is to embrace it enough not to be stuck inside, this round, I pretty much wanted to stay...

The Snow is Pretty

The snow is pretty. Repeat that phrase. The snow is pretty. And I’m pretty much, temporarily at least, over the snow. More than the snow, I’m over feeling cold. Cold is not over New England (it’s the end of January, so that’s actually a good...