The New Baby Blue

The New Baby Blue

On a recent top secret mission to the East Coast, a late fall blizzard stranded planes, traffic, and me as I was trying to get to Maine. Unbeknownst to Griffin and Adrian, I was picking up a puppy—a nine-week old black Labrador who is the great, great, great...
Sweat, Tears, Or The Sea

Sweat, Tears, Or The Sea

Maine’s seashore is littered with beauty.  Intrigued by patterns of rocks and shells, waves and seaweed, or the skittering red of a crab against gnarled driftwood, I snap photos constantly.  This documentation drives Ethan crazy—just look with your eyes, he...
The Box Game

The Box Game

The Box Game isn’t easy to play.  Large logs–preferably tinder dry–are stacked symmetrically so that they balance like a funeral pyre.  A cut pine tree, shorn of branches, juts from the middle toward a star-spangled sky.  The warm, rich scent of sap...
Barcelona Or Bust

Barcelona Or Bust

You don’t often get a tour of one of the world’s most famous landmarks from a local VIP who knows its history by heart.  But my tantes (aunts) Heide and Trauti, here visiting from California, have a cousin in Barcelona who arranged for us to be whisked past long lines...