Winters in Massachusetts are always longer and harsher than I’d like, native Texan that I am. Each year after four months of bundling in layers like an extra in Star Wars, just when I think temps can't possibly dip below freezing again and surely the snow is gone, we get hammered with another blizzard. By... Continue Reading →
Since when did everything have a “day”? I blame social media for ensuring that not just regular birthdays, death anniversaries, and every other family-oriented holiday on the calendar, but even more days of the year, now pain me. I admit I'm particularly sensitive to this one, and I don't mean to be all triggery. Having... Continue Reading →
Yesterday was the seventh anniversary of the Fukushima nuclear disaster that followed the terrifying tsunami that followed an earthquake bigger than ever recorded before in Japan. That tragic domino effect cumulatively killed more than 18,000 people, many of whose bodies were never recovered. Countless families had beloved pieces of their worlds violently ripped away from... Continue Reading →
I've been dipping in and out of the PyeongChang Winter Olympics, being loose and cavalier with the performances of people's lives, treating them like any other TV entertainment. Here and there, I catch a figure skater, a snowboarder, a downhill skier, a luger, doing his or her thing. Some of these individuals make me breathless,... Continue Reading →
Our first house was set into the side of Mount Nonotuck, a smallish mountain in Easthampton, Mass, at the western end of a smallish spread of hills called the Holyoke Range. The nearly 100-year-old structure, which had an angled dirt basement with actual boulders sticking up in it, was seriously “settled,” meaning its floors tilted... Continue Reading →
Anne Pinkerton 