From time to time we’re called up to volunteer, in some capacity or another, by the club. Last weekend one of the moms from my son’s team was on field marshal duty (the task involves retrieving balls that make their way over the super high fence and into the woods, reporting scores, keeping the crowd under control - a topic for a future blog- and wearing a beautiful vest that is the mark of authority!!!). A ball took flight over the fence and landed in the pond next to the field… there was no stick long enough to retrieve the ball, so our brave and dedicated volunteer had no choice but to tough it out and make her way across the thin ice. Well… I think its obvious what happened.

So what do you get for three bucks these days - one pound of propane to heat my house, a gallon of milk, a subscription to The Telegraph, but not admission into a basketball game at Bishop Guertin High School. That will cost you five BIG ONES.

Just when you thought it was safe to eat breakfast, along came that nasty french toast alert, and an orange one at that! Now, before you throw away all the eggs and O.J. from your refrigerator, read on.

Twas a week before Christmas and all through our house, not a heater was stirring, for ice coated us now. The dirty wet socks were hung by the wood stove with care, in hopes that PSNH would soon be there.

The shovel is still frozen into the icy snow banks along my driveway, but there is something stirring as the temperatures rise and robins return from the south.
I don’t mean the tulips popping up through the soil, or the finches in my yard turning bright yellow as a sign of spring. I’m talking about spring sports [...]