Living three-and-a-half hours apart, as we do, my dear friend, Bea, and I get to see each other about every two weeks or so, on average. This is almost without doubt an ideal arrangement, as our ...

A Yankee Notebook To tell you the truth, I wasn’t looking forward to spending Saturday morning freezing my bippy on a frozen lake in Vermont. Friday had been really windy — windy enough to make Kiki ...

Normally, when I thread the stop-and-go traffic of Lynn, break out at last into seven breakneck miles of I-95, and then merge into the rocket-propelled caravan of I-93, headed for New Hampshire and ...