Small Town Networks

     Well, I guess I’m on the verge of becoming a regular at the Y’s water aerobic classes.

Midas Land

   We live in what is practically a secret section of Massachusetts: not the Boston area, and not in the Berkshires, which are on the other end of the state. Yes, there is actually something in between. 

Weather Junkies

I’ll bet, like me, you consider the person who slows down to rubberneck at road accidents one of the lowest life forms. But I’ll also bet that, like me, you can’t help but glance over as you drive by; I mean, come on, you’ve already had to slow down because of those terrible people in front of you. 

No Good Deed. . . .

The Stephen King movie, Cujo, was on last night, reminding me that I had a blog post to write.

See you in the funny pages

Never mind Europe’s schizophrenic opening and slamming of doors to the Serbian refugees or the latest hijinks of Hillary and The Donald.

Raising the Dead

I’m not sure if any connection was intended, but our small town used the Columbus Day weekend to commemorate some explorers of our own.

Sole Searching

          My husband needs shoes. I know this. He doesn’t. He’s in denial on this subject. Always. 

A place to lay my head

     You don’t usually hear people complaining about a lack of development in New Jersey, but we’ve found a small axe to grind on that subject. 

Faith and Family