I have been fascinated by Squanto ever since kindergarten, when I first heard his name. I was cutting feathers out of colored construction paper with blunt-edged scissors and attaching the feathers to a highly authentic Indian headband, also cut out of construction paper, with that white school ...
I love November. Hear me out. I don’t love that it signals the end of Daylight Saving Time. I don’t love that the vibrant fall foliage is replaced by grayscale. My love is not due to the inconsistent temperatures, too cold for lake swimming, not cold enough for winter sports. I love ...
To the editor: It is the time of year when the excessive volume of turkey consumption unfortunately reminds us of a grim reality. Judging from the dinner table’s centerpiece, most people have not given much thought to the process of getting a turkey there. This disconnect persists even ...
When November comes, we Americans like to hark back to that first Thanksgiving, with Squanto and Captain Shrimp and the gang. Harking back is all very well, but we should be thankful that we were not there at the time. Hark is a word not heard much these days, except for “Hark, the herald ...
A growing health crisis in America is loneliness, which is not the same as being or living alone. Loneliness can have a significant impact on our physical and mental well-being. Loneliness can increase depression and stress, resulting in higher levels of inflammation, which in turn increases ...
I doubt I’m alone when I say I want to remember well, not just this month, and not just for myself. To be certain, I want to remember the day my daughter C was born, the smell of Oil of Olay on my mother’s skin, the first time I plunged into Buck Pond, the sound of P’s shutter; ...