Therapeutic Misadventures is Published!

Local friends and followers, Therapeutic Misadventures is now available at the Toadstool Bookshops in Peterborough and Milford, NH.  These are two great independent bookstores in the Monadnock region.  They have been very supportive of me and have invited me to present two reading/signings.  I will be at the Toadstool in Peterborough on October 5th at 11am and in Milford on November 2 at 2pm.  Please come out to support the Toadstool and I!

The Monadnock Ledger-Transcript ran a great interview on September 26th.  Read all about it here: 

The Cabinet Press in Milford wrote an excellent story on my memoir here:

New addition, the Jabberwocky Bookstore in Newburyport, MA has just ordered copies and will have them available soon.  Thanks for the support from the finest independent book store on the North Shore! I am honored.

Please visit Archway Publishing’s Bookstore at:

Additionally, copies are available at Amazon here:

Huge thanks for your support!  Reviews are greatly appreciated.

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Snow Day

When I was a kid, a snow day from school was better than a scheduled holiday. The surprise of having a whole day with nothing planned, no schedule, no demands other than to stay out of my mom’s hair was cherished. No matter that the weather was too dangerous to send us out on the roads; we were bundled up and sent out to play. Forts were carved from the snowbanks. We trudged up and down the sledding hills until our boots and clothes were soggy and heavy. The wooden drying rack was set up and subsequently festooned with frozen mittens, socks and snow-suits. Newspapers caught the melting ice and became sodden as the smell of warming, wet wool filled the kitchen.

For many years at my home on the back of the mountain, I sat in my studio and watched as the world became a white wonder of peaceful quiet. Other than the birds gorging themselves at the feeder, there was no life outside my window.

My first official snow day here on Lake Skatutakee is a gift. I realize this is the first time in a year that I can just sit. There are no house showings on my calendar, no chores to complete in the effort to sell a house. Alice and I are snug and warm; our thoughts allowed to drift, (although I’m not sure Alice’s thoughts are anything like mine). There is certainty that we are simply here now and have no agenda to complete.


My fall view of the Lake


Today’s view of the lake

The daylight hours revolve around binge watching “The Crown”, foraging in the fridge for tasty leftovers, short trips out to clear the paths and move the truck for the plowman, and bouts of productivity working on bits of writing. The anatomy of the storm is such that the first, dusty motes have become fat sticky flakes. The wind is picking up, lifting the branches of the pines and sending squalls of snow into the already laden air. Cars silently drift by the window, the road is passable only with 4-wheel drive, hushing even the rumblings of the plow trucks. My world is monochrome and soundless.

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Well, not quite monochrome if one looks closely…

snow on berries,Lake Skatutakee,Harrisville NH,Winter of 2018,Blogging

Berries in Snow



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