Author Archives: colleen

I love facts.  They are malleable enough to be the stuff of never-ending arguments.  (How many changed ingredients make a new recipe?)  And circumstances change. ( Is the Aral Sea still one of the four largest bodies of water?)  I … Continue reading →

And it is so-o-o good to be back. So far everything has been perfect, well except for the heater conking out in the middle of a low 50’s night on the water. But even that turned out to be part … Continue reading →

Two trees fell over in the backyard of Roseledge during a strong spring storm. Roseledge itself is fine, but the outhouse may be a thing of the past. Thank heavens I now have indoor plumbing. The downed trees can wait … Continue reading →

I am so ready to be in Maine. The PGA Tour has been to Pebble Beach (the best wild water site) and Hilton Head (pretty good big water with piers), and today I found myself reading as much as I … Continue reading →

Some mornings are especially fine: good coffee, curious new tracks in the snow, and the NYTimes with a “search” story. Today was one such. First the story: A lost letter from Rene Descartes was found (NYTimes 2/25/10).   A Descartes … Continue reading →

Instead of author interviews, I wish there were reader interviews. My favorite such exchange — and the only one I know of — is Scott Simon’s occasional Saturday morning conversation with the London cabbie on NPR’s Weekend Edition. All it … Continue reading →

What does it mean when oatmeal replaces cinnamon rolls as the measure of a local breakfast spot? The eater is healthier? Wiser? Older? Or, shudder, more boring? Checking out Caribou Coffee’s latest morning lure, Kathy brought over a sampler of … Continue reading →

Yes, list excitement is upon us. Okay, “us” may be a stretch, but I know Kathy reads lists, Carolyn sometimes reads lists, Millie reads lists, and Bill is said to like lists a lot, so close at hand I have … Continue reading →

Today is very cold (7 above, -11 windchill) and very beautiful with Alberta Clipper snow swirls, especially against the barn red garage. Mine is a lively, urban backyard, seen through a big H window, though the squirrels, rabbits, and birds … Continue reading →