The ghosts of January are close upon me. They fill my dreams, stop me mid-stride in crowded spaces, blur my vision with sudden tears, reminding me in these days of stillness how much I loved them, how much I still do love them, and what longing after all these years, what longing they can still prov...

     What I love about winter is the opportunity for slow growth. Whether it’s reviewing and pruning my client files in anticipation of a busy spring and summer or settling in by the fire with Tolstoy’s biography, I do not feel rushed as I would in other seasons. On a recent Satur...

It was cold even in the kitchen with our small electric heater on high next to my chair. I told myself to think warm thoughts…attics in the heat of a summer’s afternoon; walking the dogs down to the park, careful to stick to the shady side of the street; the taste of a sweating glass of iced tea...

This is one of my old, old stories. But I love it still. Allow me to share it with you. December 1993 Just tonight I left a light on in a house for the weary new owners who were traveling by car from New York City. I also left some food, but it’s the light that warmed the house as I looked back fr...