The first snow of the season drifts down in little white specks, blown about in a dazzling array despite how few and how small they are. It was a surprise, quite frankly. The week had been busy and I rushed to pick up some takeaway dinner as a solution for our...

Anyone who knows me would be able to tell you that New England is home to me, despite the fact that I am a transplant to the region. I grew up in southern United States, and I never felt like it was home. I always felt out of place in the culture, around the...

There is something inherently organic and emotionally recharging about air flow that comes from natural sources versus artificially manufactured airflow. As I sit in the window seat of an airplane for a quick flight from Boston to New York, the view outside turns...