Living in a place like this

The woman walking in front of me is on the phone with her life coach. I know because I’m eavesdropping and feeling pretty smug about it. We are walking on a sidewalk in this shore town that is right next to the water — Long Island Sound, to be precise. I am enjoying the view. The woman is trying …

Whaddya YOU got?

The serious-looking young woman to the right is my granddaughter. She turns 5 on Sunday, and she’s a heller. My grandson, her twin, is the spitting image of his father, both in temperament and in looks (though my grandson’s dimples are slightly deeper, and don’t argue because a grandmother knows such things). Because I’ve been down …

Snowshoeing is all that is left to me

In times past, we’d flee to Vermont with a truckload of skis and boots, but I left my youth and my knees at Okemo. So when we flee to Vermont now, the only winter sport left to me is snowshoeing. Those are my feet in rented snowshoes, and let me tell you, I can’t think of …