The Last, the First, and the WaitingThe last person I hugged, was a stranger. He was a 20-something, 30 years my junior (about the same age as my daughter), just out of…Aug 12, 2020Aug 12, 2020
Connecticut River Valley, JulyMy people have farmed in the rich, silt-laden, flatlands of the Connecticut River Valley of western Massachusetts since the 1920s. In the…Aug 5, 2020Aug 5, 2020
The Island and the LifeboatI feel like I’ve been on an island as the COVID-19 crisis has unfolded. It’s an island I’ve lived on for a long time, in a home that’s…Apr 12, 20201Apr 12, 20201