This summer is already different than other summers. Camps are closed, beaches are open but there are no lifeguards, Old Home Days and other...
The air is warm. The grass is green and the flowers are up. Finally after months of cold, snow, ice and gray skies, the outdoors beckons us. The...
Have you noticed how quiet it is lately? As we shelter in our own homes waiting for the all-clear, our neighborhoods have become softly still. This...
Sometimes it pays to be an insomniac. One frigid winter night, I climbed out of my restless bed and slipped outside to stand under a sky littered...
We are kneeling in the snow on a cold winter’s day. Our mittens are off and my fourth grade students are running their fingers along the rippled...
When I first moved up here in 1991 there were no bald eagles soaring over Lake Nubanusit. I would never have been able to watch one of these...
Have you noticed this summer that the deer flies are insane? But then again, I’m pretty sure I think this every year. It always happens like this...
I’m standing on the edge of Cynthia’s Pond, a beautiful swamp near the Harris Center. I have 12 kids with me, armed with nets, strainers...