Living In Place
Lampshades & Memorythe
Dowdy with Dust I’ve lived in my house going on twenty-seven years, long enough that some everyday objects had become dull and downright dowdy with dust. Dust accrues, and in the...
April’s Cruelty
Iris spears poke murky loam April is the cruelest month. Today, I passed not one but two deer slain beside the road too dulled by hunger to avert too dull to be alert. Or maybe...
After the Storm
Thirty-four inches of wet snow slides off the roof. It’s a sparkling, sunny, forty-five degree day and hard to believe that just a week ago we were digging out from thirty-four...
Getting Old(er)
We're Still Learning Last weekend, Tim and I set off on our annual ski weekend to celebrate my birthday. Typically, no matter how early we plan to leave, we’re rarely out the...
Three Hours for Democracy
Newfane returns to an in-person town meeting. Newfane will return to an in-person town meeting at Williamsville Hall on Tuesday, March 7, 2023, and I’m glad of it. The meeting...
Jamming
As predicted, we woke to -15 degrees on Saturday, and a windchill even colder. When I stepped outside and inhaled, my lungs hurt, so I retreated to the kitchen to make jam. Tim...