Author: Mike Cote

From the desk of New Hampshire Magazine's editor, Mike Cote

In just one week in late June, I packed in nearly a season’s worth of fun and adventure.

From the desk of New Hampshire Magazine editor, Mike Cote

From the desk of New Hampshire Magazine's editor, Mike Cote

From the desk of editor, Mike Cote

Our granddaughter, Gwendolyn, turns 6 this summer. When my wife and I look at videos of her learning to form words — “na-na!” was banana — we cherish a memory untarnished by world events.  Only now, as I contemplate the…

"Time stood still, and the seasons changed. Everything became new again.”

Soup holds a special place at the table in New Hampshire.

As this issue goes to press, store shelves are in full Halloween mode. That means displays at grocery stores are piled high with boxes of Count Chocula, Franken Berry, Boo Berry and Carmella Creeper.

It’s hard to conjure images of fall foliage, brisk temperatures and shorter days when we’re still winding down the summer.

I’m not a jealous person. I can’t think of a single human with whom I would want to trade places. I learned that lesson many years ago.

Here are some of our favorite memories from days just gone by

I have a deep, dark secret... Never once have I seen a moose

This year’s Best of NH Party marked my first anniversary as editor of New Hampshire Magazine.

Dads my age all share a common fear: becoming that sorry dude in the Harry Chapin song

Even at 85, my mom still surprises me. She and my stepfather live in Florida, but they’re still pining for spring to arrive. Last year, for the first time in her life, my mom became a baseball fan. Sorry, Red…

Somewhere in the Granite State, a 2-by-3-foot replica of the October issue of New Hampshire Magazine decorates a grateful guy’s garage. 

The first Christmas my family spent without my father should have gone down in the books as “The Year of the Disappearing Dad.” 

Editor Mike Cote reflects on all he is grateful for in New Hampshire, and the path that he took to get here

On a sunny day in late August, Lady Sara Richard and I met at a café in Nashua to talk about death.

The storms that pummeled New England in July disrupted the lives of thousands of Vermonters as rising waters damaged or destroyed homes and businesses. In New Hampshire, flash floods washed out roads and prompted evacuations in some southern towns.

In June, I started reporting to work on the fourth floor of the Waumbec Commercial Center, a 450,000-square-foot building that was once part of the largest textile manufacturing operation in the world.