the old blog

Flowers are Blooming

It’s spring in Wales, though for this Vermonter, I wouldn’t call the last few months “winter.” I mean, okay, it…

Walking and the Druid Sun

I’ve always walked to get thoughts worked out in my mind. Sometimes I like to talk out loud to myself.…

The Short Driving Lesson

My Welsh buddy and I went to the car park–or mud pit with ditches and remnants of stone walls– so…

Paris

I used to suffer from pretty bad anxiety. My late husband, Jay, suffered from depression. He always told me that…

Follies

I saw Stephen Sondheim’s Follies at the arts center in town recently. It was one of those “Live from the…