Well it’s not really my New Hampshire of course, it’s definitely theirs, but that’s just the thing, they welcome you like a native as long as you bring your manners. Their license plates say Live Free…
My grandfather was from Brooklyn. He married my grandmother, a Bermudian. They lived in Sunset Park with my mother. However back then you worked to…
Bermudians love a good countdown. Right now in the spring, in the middle of the after-winter doldrums, we are…
Hurricane season ends. The ants trudge into battle with us for dominance of our homes and foodstuffs. And then……
It is six years since the Red Cross opened the Upstairs Closet. Born out of an ever-growing number of…
Leaves are not meant to be still. Fluttering in the breeze, blown along in a gust of wind, crunching…