I’m a bath lover. At the end of a long day, or when I crave warmth, I draw a hot bath and sink into the water. When my kids were little, the bath ritual signaled day’s end. Baths calmed everyone down, transitioned us to pajamas and bedtime stories. But somewhere around middle school, my girls turned up their noses. “Baths are gross,” they said. ...
It may be the shortest month, but February’s haul of good books should warm the cockles of every reader’s heart. And while the recent global weather extremes (polar vortexes, mudslides, ice storms and raging fires) are a reminder that Mother Nature has her own mind, nothing beats waking up on a quiet February snow day in the northeast. (Okay, lie, ...
I’ve got a bone to pick with T.S. Elliott. The way I see it, January is actually the cruelest month. After the excitement and activity of the holidays, after they’ve swept up all the confetti, this stretch of time feels like a hard stop. Living on the east coast, the lengthening of days is almost imperceptible. Gray feels like a primary color. ...
“It’s time for an adventure,” he said. And I, facing an empty nest and the instant revision of my job description as a mother, answered… “Hell yeah.” My adventuresome self had been hibernating during the rearing of four cubs. There were years of policing and keeping them safe; reflexively spouting “be careful” or “watch out” and the mother ...