Michael Breshears

Along with cap guns, rock candy and root beer kits, my Aunt Kay would often arrive at our house for the holidays with a little wooden box of salt cod.

What a blustery cold winter it's been thus far! When the high for the day is 19 degrees with a “feels like” temperature of 6 due to the wind, my

Oh, How We Adore Classic Cars… Michael Breshears I've mentioned before that my father sold Chryslers for many years in Vermont.

If you've ever watched Gone With the Wind or seen the Carol Burnett sketch about it, you'll probably remember the scene when down-on-her-luck Scarlett

I always forewarn people when they request being my friend on Facebook that, no, I’m not a very good Facebook friend. Days go by when I don’t log on, or,

There are few things better in life than the smell of lilacs in bloom. Growing up in Vermont, we had a medium sized clump of lilac right on the edge of the dirt road that bordered one side of the property.

Last Saturday I took a nice, meandering solo trip to visit a garden I hadn’t been to for probably close to 10 years. Though I’d invited my sisters and partner,

I was recently visiting a rural home on a pre-listing appointment. It was one of those mid-week beautiful days that we'd really appreciate even more on the weekend.

Marion Crane… Ride or Die. A couple weeks ago I was driving down Rt 101 from Dublin to Peterborough. It was a grey, mild day.

It wasn’t even the 4th of July when I noticed the first one. Dead and in the pool skimmer along with several other members of the insect world. The Japanese