i know. for some people there’s nothing less appetizing. but for me, egg nog is pure delight. it’s memories of childhood christmases in a frosty glass. yes. woolly tights, velvety dresses, scratchy headbands, and…
because you can’t always be near to everyone you love.…
1. fallen black birch branches. 2. a jar. 3. boiling water. 4. honey. 5. wintergreen in a cup. good for what ails you and tasty, too.…
left-over boxwood branches tucked between lavender and driftwood: makings for a wee wintry garland.…
trips to my parents’ house almost always mean foraging. i take walks to the beach to collect sea shells, tuck a pair of scissors into my pocket to gather cedar clippings, and yank down…
a tiny holiday gift that packs an impressive punch. plop a bag of mulling spices into a burbling pot of cider or wine and set the tone for an entire evening of cozy merriment.…
for me, this has been the summer of rose geranium. we grow it on the farm where i work and it’s been used with equal enthusiasm in flower bouquets and fruit jams. i can’t…
this weekend marked the culmination of a project my friends and i have been working on since september. in 2007, 100 pairs of rhode islanders sat down to record stories with the national storycorps…
the funny thing about getting engaged is that suddenly everyone wants to know every detail of your pending nuptials. maybe this is not funny. maybe it is normal. but truth be told, james and…
because everyone deserves a little love note on valentine’s day, i left a few around the old neighborhood yesterday. dirty snow banks are a lot more tolerable with a little love note attached, don’t…