Turkeys That Fly and Other Miracles

Turkeys don’t fly. Or so we thought. My husband and I were taking a walk to town when we passed a young man on a bike. “I might be crazy but I think I just saw some turkeys taking off from a roof over there!” He was breathless, and looked back over his shoulder at us...

Paying it Forward

I planted the beets according to instructions in September, refusing to let the cold dirt go to winter yet, and sure enough they grew, just like the paper packet said. I call my husband the Dirt Man because every spring he carefully turns over the hard ground, adding...
The Turkey Hunt

The Turkey Hunt

**** A Thanksgiving post from the past. Enjoy! November has a peculiar color, at least in New England. It’s not the flashy display of October, it’s more austere. The newly bare branches dominate the few leaves that are left, so the palette is mostly gray with some...

Giving Thanks

I will always remember a Thanksgiving in Pawtucket, about six years ago. In my memory I see a tray of Italian pastries and the beautiful dark eyes of five Puerto Rican children; eyes that had already seen too much in life but could still hold wonder and joy for small...