Today I climbed Y Consti. The fog was thick. The path completely still. There was a biting silence as I…

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

You can walk to Borth from Aberystwyth, although Beesly and I have not yet attempted it. Perhaps when it’s a…

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

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

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

Some key people in my life here in Wales live in towns along one road that leads from Aberystwyth to…

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

Most Thanksgivings of my life have happened in New York City. When my children were small, we went to Aunt…

Except for a brief few weeks in Ljubljana a couple of years ago, I have never lived by myself. I’ve…