I’m outside my comfort zone today, but then isn’t everyone? I fear we are entering the age of anarchy, in which a growing number of extremist people believe they have a right – even a duty – to hack, take hostage, or gun down anyone who contradicts or disputes their ideology. What is going on?
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One of the things I treasure about New England is the invitation to live a “carpe diem” life. If you like the weather out there, seize the day, for it might be gone a few hours later. Continue reading
Just before turning off the bedside light after New Year’s Eve, I glanced at my iPhone. The calendar in the little white box read “1.” The number was black, below red lettering of the word, “Thursday.” I was struck by how much space there was in that box. After all the celebrations of this season, space feels like the stillness after a windstorm. I lay back and took a deep breath, thinking about the meaning of one. Continue reading
My husband tells me I “double up” on words. I often have an extra qualifier in my sentences, like, “an extra qualifier.” It finally dawned on me why. “Every word needs a friend,” I told him. “Just like we each need someone at our back.” Continue reading
I am writing you from the other side of darkness. You, like I, will have wakened to the shortest day and turned over, wanting the light to lengthen. But for darkness, we would not appreciate sunlight with the same enthusiasm.
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I spent most of this past week in New York City, attending our semi-annual family gatherings. I love New York at Christmas time. The bustling crowds, Salvation Army bells, and the smell of hot chestnuts wafting up from the streets bring me back to childhood, memories of something exciting about to happen. Continue reading
It’s getting to be that time of year again when we are thinking about Chanukah, Christmas and Winter Solstice. Regardless of what holiday you celebrate, you might find this recipe a handy one to have among your cookbooks. Continue reading
Thank you dear readers, for encouraging me to write the story of my horse, Lucky. I know there are others of you out there who probably can’t understand what all the interest is about, but this story is not only for horse lovers. It is for anyone who wants to, or already does believes in miracles.
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I’m unabashedly in love with my three Morgan horses. I raised two of them from birth. After they were born I sat in the stall with their mother and rubbed them over every inch of their body except where they would need to stay sensitized after they were grown and I was riding or driving them. This process is called imprinting. We all need to bond to something or we can’t trust.
My mother was a passionate person who also admired passion in others. I used to worry that I was not passionate enough, or didn’t have the “right passions.” I’ve come to see that it’s not a question of having the right or wrong passion, or even enough passion, but rather, a question of how we find our passion.
