The first day of spring arrives at this time every year—usually more than once. I mean, one day it’s warm and sunny, the next two it’s chill...

The Academy Awards ceremony has come and gone. We watch it very year, not slavishly, but with mild anticipation and curiosity, hoping the cl...

Waiting in front of the fire for the storm to hit, drinking wine and nibbling a dish of nuts. I’ve thrown a thick log on the blaze, Un...

Hilary is down in Costa Rica hunting up some rare birds with a few friends, and I’m making use of the free time to participate in my own pri...

It’s the same every year: mid-February, late afternoon, and the sun is beaming into the kitchen, strong and low, rendering translucent whate...

The official name is “Art Shanty Projects” but I prefer to call it the “Ice Shanty Village.” It’s been a yearly gathering since 2004, though...

After the extended Christmas hubbub, full of early darkness and general good cheer, Hilary and I almost invariably head for the fresh air, s...