A Tale of Two Primaries
For New Hampshire Republicans, the primary ballot on September 13 comes with many options.
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For New Hampshire Republicans, the primary ballot on September 13 comes with many options.
August is the sidekick of summer — at least here in New Hampshire where June can’t make up its mind and July’s fireworks and patriotic parades loudly declare that vacation time is here. Hot, holiday-free August gets little respect.
Our Best of New Hampshire issue is a snapshot of a moving target. The great Granite State is a dynamic place with lots of players competing for attention. For something even more consistently out-of-this-world amazing, just look up.
Little Sister wasn’t much of cook, but Big Sister said, “If you host the party at your house, I’ll bring the food with instructions. It’ll be easy.” The plan was to serve ham with premade salads, chips, watermelon and ice cream.
I’m not handy. Luckily, my husband is. When he put new guts in an old lamp (a large ceramic owl) for our daughter, she was amazed. That lamp, from a local antique shop, sat for months in the dark.
A boy and his father went fishing early one sunny morning. From shore, they cast their lines and let them drift in the water. After a while the boy lay back among the grasses, felt the sun on his face, and fell asleep.
In New Hampshire politics, recent-transplants-turned-candidates are the norm.
A petitioned warrant article to ban nuclear weapons in a small New Hampshire town came up for a vote at town meeting.
The 2020 election was uniquely bad for New Hampshire Democrats.
The moment Bill Gardner announced his retirement as New Hampshire Secretary of State in early January, those in politics inside the state and beyond described it as the end of an era.
In the woods I found an egg, abandoned by feral guinea fowl. “Hatch me,” the egg said. I showed my grown-up daughter, who lives over the garage. She googled incubation. If we’re…
Editor’s note: Our friend and colleague Bill Burke, who passed away in October, wrote this several months ago. It’s the last piece of his we’ll publish in New Hampshire Magazine, and we’re grateful for one more chance to chuckle at his singular sense of humor.
There was a time when the leg lamp in the front window of our southern New Hampshire home acted as a beacon to all passersby: Herein resides a weirdo.
Now is the time for the annual ritual of taking stock of what the previous year meant.