Blog Posts

October 3, 2014

I Saw My Husband at His Funeral

The first time I saw my husband after he died was at his funeral. When it was my turn to enter the church, all 900 pairs of eyes on the widow, the Reverend handed me a black box and gave me a look that said, “Ready, set, go.”   Apparently […]
November 1, 2014

Forgive Me God, For I…

Forgive Me God, For I … Hate Farmers Markets. There, I said it.  I can count the number of times I’ve been to a farmers market on one hand, even though our adorable little Hudson River village holds a really great one every Saturday and everyone goes. It’s the place […]