Today a friend texted me: Random question, what is your favorite book? My immediate thought was, “Favorite book?! I don’t have a favorite book. I have a hundred books I love.” For me, a favorite book can be a matter of the season, or a matter of my mood, or just what happens to be… Read More Which Favorite?

I’ve been traveling over the last couple of weeks and one theme that keeps coming up is sense- mostly in the form of smell. When I arrive at the bottom of my parents’ road, I always roll down my windows and inhale. Nothing smells quite like the woods of New England. When I exited the… Read More Making Senses

So this time of year I am buried neck deep in tax returns. I love taxes, really, but ten days out from the deadline and the bloom is no longer on the rose. I don’t really have time for breaks at work except to run next door for lunch to go. I think I am… Read More Need A Little Humor

Frequently I trade book recommendations with clients. It’s one of the fun parts of busy season, taking five minutes away from the numbers to chat about our favorite reads of the year. I don’t always have the same taste and sometimes our politics or interests are polar opposites, but the recommendations that challenge me are… Read More She Did What?!

I love the Olympics. It is the only time I organize my life around what is on TV. I would watch it 24/7 if I didn’t have to work and sleep and otherwise support the lifestyle to which I am accustomed. After two weeks of constant watching, it’s a long two years until the next… Read More The Thrill of Victory

We have been in a bit of a freeze the past few weeks here in the upper Midwest and I understand the rest of the US is abnormally cold. My home state of NH may see 100 below zero including the wind chill atop Mt. Washington, that breaks any MN records. Going outside this time… Read More Baby, It’s Cold Outside

Yesterday morning, sitting at my daughter’s kitchen table, listening to the cat sing the songs of his people and the dogs wrestle on the couch, ear cocked for noise from her toddler, eyes bleary from lack of decent sleep and too much needlework, I had an epiphany: it was the first of the month. The… Read More The Books Of Life