In the days leading up to January 20, 2017, heretofore and henceforth and forevermore (at least in the annals of Il Cheeto) known as the National Inauguration Day of He of the Best Words and the Best People and the Best Ideas, the Really Terrific Ideas, many of us were mired in disappointment, anger, sadness,…
I’ve lived in my teeny-tiny rural upstate New York community, on the border of Stephentown and New Lebanon, for nearly 20 years—that still makes me a “newcomer,” by the standards of the area’s farm families—but this ruin escaped my attention until a friend pointed it out. To be fair, the ramshackle green structure sits,…
Michelle Murphy was at the office when she got the call. The lump she’d found in her left breast—the one she’d ignored for nearly three months—was triple-positive, stage 2A cancer. She swallowed against the burning sensation of tears in her throat and eyes. Michelle was 28. “You just feel hollow—there’s this emptiness….
New blogs are a bear to write for. More specifically, intro posts crafted, ostensibly, to convince you that coming back regularly to read this blog is a good use of your probably very limited free time. It doesn’t matter that I’ve been a freelance blogger for nearly ten years, have written for and consulted…