As Lola and I began our morning hike to the top of Speckled Mountain in Maine’s White Mountain National…
Henri put a wrinkle in my well-crafted vacation plans. Slated to spend five days on an island in Maine just as the storm…
I was expectedly exhausted and unexpectedly emotional as I made my way to the Cathedral Easter morning. Driving the dark and deserted…
Why does a twenty-year anniversary feel so different from the same date at nineteen or eighteen years out? Is it a trick of the brain? A…
Late one February afternoon, the familiar Rock Creek Park trails were icy and slippery. Though…
It’s no exaggeration to say that I had been looking forward to this walk all week. Checking out the forecast…
Each year I measure the coming of spring by my three favorite trees.
I woke up happy this morning. And energized. Sunday morning, Saturday morning, the same.
