As New Englanders, we are a rare breed. While people elsewhere are dreading the change from the bright and warm summer fading into a gray and humbling winter, we have been waiting for this all year. The snow is a chance to prove ourselves to ourselves. To challenge ourselves. To cleanse ourselves, in a way,…

Satirical horror is back in a big way with “The Substance” Those lamenting the death of cinema need only know where to look for its rebirth. In the 1960s, when Hollywood lost touch with the tastes of a changing audience, filmgoers searching for the daring, the new, and the fresh turned their eyes to international…

It is the season where the dark creeps up on the light. In many cultures throughout the world, what we call “Scorpio Season” is the time of year when the veil between this realm and the next grows thin.  In the ancient traditions of the far North, the children would embark upon a journey to…

If visitors need additional evidence that our region is a wonderful place to raise a family, they need look no further than these photos from the second annual Truck-or-Treat event on held Sunday, Oct. 20, to benefit Wonderfeet Kids’ Museum.  Organizers, including Wonderfeet Kids Museum’s founder and Board Vice President Paul Gallo, emphasized that beyond…

Fans of Vince Vaughn who’ve been waiting to see him flex his rapid-fire comedic muscles in a worthwhile venture can rejoice. The Vaughn we’ve longed to see, from his breakout role in “Swingers” to his scene-stealing role in “Wedding Crashers,” is on full display in Apple +’s new series, “Bad Monkey.” In this hopefully not…

In my last column I mentioned that I would be taking a look back at my college days in the ‘60s. Join me as I revisit those days. I spent four years at Trinity College in Burlington. It was an all girls’ school staffed by the Sisters of Mercy. Unfortunately, it is no longer in…

As we move into the ski season change is abundant The quiet roads are starting to become more animated. Soon they will be bursting at the seams with life again The slow simmer that builds into a wonderful celebration of snow A morning commute filed with so many electric colors With a rich palette of…

If the truth was presented to you right before your eyes, would you believe it? If that truth contradicted your beliefs or what you know to be true, would you accept it? In this day and age, that is actually a harder question than any of us would like to admit – but admit it…

Wandering through the woods this time of year, occasionally I’ve come across a small deciduous tree laden with cone-like structures that resemble the hops used to brew beer. This is the American – or Eastern – hophornbeam (Ostrya virginiana). A member of the birch family, hophornbeam grows in the understory in a variety of northeastern…

A little over 25 years ago, my brother-in-law called to ask if I was interested in meeting him in New York to catch a live airing of “SNL” at the Rockefeller Center.  I’ve ticked off several items on my bucket list over the years, but seeing “Saturday Night Live” from the studio audience was one…

Waking up this morning, I wasn’t sure if we had lost power or not. The house was cold, almost frightfully so. There was no noise coming from our hot water heater, and I couldn’t hear the water rushing through the pipes. As I stepped onto the oak floor, my feet were still ice cold—the radiant pipes were…

Another hurricane after Helene, terrible Milton hit Bradenton where we escape winter weather. We were fortunate. Our home is intact. Only our shed and fence are toast. A huge tree limb crashed onto our shed, knocking off part of its roof and walls and crushing some the wooden fence. Considering Milton’s size and force, we…

By Meira Droznah  Woolly on your way To being Isabella Are you aware of Your transformation or Are you only looking, now,  For a snuggly place  Maybe Mossy We crossed paths at the Intersection of October and September  The fall came and I missed The day The Equinox Is a mountain and a celestial Event…

Yet I seem to be the least important person in the building to her Will I ever be an equal to her drinking buddies, who after years, she has never opened up to?  When she talks to everyone else in the room I sit and wonder if I will get a turn  A chance to…

A few weeks ago, I gave an interview for my boarding school magazine, after which I was sent only one follow up question: What is your favorite trail? Now the first thought out of my head was something snarky Lambonics phrase like, the one with the most snow on it. Or the one with the least…