No, we didn't get a new Pope. The white haze is just the smoke from my Big Green Egg
What some people consider the annoying sounds of summer are actually welcome after the long silence of winter.
The wonders (and occasional hassles) of New Hampshire's abundant wildlife.
New Hampshire natives are not an excitable bunch, unless they're watching the Red Sox.
According to the author, "people who court death by engaging in 'extreme' sports are nuts."
Winter in New Hampshire is an opportune time to examine how memory works. Nothing suits our shut-in cabin fever chills better than pondering the imponderable.
"Progress might have been all right once,” the comic-poet Ogden Nash observed, “but it has gone on too long.”
Moving to New Hampshire taught author Mark Marony the value of an actual Christmas tree versus the fake plastic kind.
It's once again time for the annual household battle over when to turn the heat on.