It's been a busy and distracting 10 months. My lack of posts here reflects that. The dust has (mostly) settled and I plan to resume posting here, at least twice a month. I hope you will follow along.
For content relating to personal (non-medical) anecdotes
NOW is my answer to the question: “What are you doing these days?” I hope it helps me stay focused on doing more and dreaming less. My goal is a NOW post at least once a month.
No two Maine winter storms are identical. They each have their unique personality: gradual or abrupt onset, temperature, kind of snow, duration, wind, with or without ‘frozen mix’ or other forms of precipitation. Here is the story of one storm from earlier this winter.
LL Bean recently announced the end of their famous and generous unlimited free-return policy, which guaranteed a lifetime free replacement. It was inevitable, and I told them so.
I know when and why I developed PTSD (Pipe Traumatic Stress Disorder).
I love to snowshoe in the fields and woods behind my house.
If you grew up in a smoking household back in the 1950s, you probably experimented with cigarettes on the sly. I know I did, in elementary school.
Recent events and commentary have led me to revisit and reprocess my personal experience of being the target of sexual harassment, something I have not spoken of for a quarter century.
For me, Christmas has always been about family time, music, and comfortable traditions.
Lebkuchen were one of the most anticipated and treasured traditions for our family Christmas. My mother usually made two batches of about 50 and they never lasted long enough to get stale. The recipe is from my GG Aunt Mary Dutcher Field (1848-1929).