Author: Mike Cote

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.