My Little Humiliation

I drove our compact SUV down the mountain road last Friday evening. Keith and I hadn’t been out for days, due to the snow storm. But we’d accepted two back-to-back holiday party invitations and didn’t want to miss. For some reason, the mountain road hadn’t been...

Aunt Louise

Late afternoon on Christmas Eve, some years ago, my mother looked out the front window of her New England home into fading light and snow. “Maybe your Aunt Louise’s package won’t make it this year,” she said. No, we assured our mother and grandmother, the package will...

New Paths

The landscape crew arrived a week ago to carve a path up the ridge to the flat rock-outcropping. For three days, dodging rain and chill, they cut and shored up a zig-zag trail. They had created many paths before, including steps, terraces, and walkways on our...