Editor’s Note

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.