On Saturday morning we were doing our weekend morning yoga workout with Rodney Yee when the dogs announced a car pulling into the driveway. Out of the car bounded Jim Phelan with his ever-happy face and a magazine called Fine Gardening, which he had bought us, a magazine written for exactly people such as us.  The cover article was "100 Skills to Make you a Bett... Read More

When I go to work, I focus on my job, and that's pretty much it.  Except for brief coffee room banter regarding someone's latest plumbing catastrophe or kid's soccer game, I barely know the personal lives of even people that I've worked with for years and years. I tend to carry that same efficient attitude into my personal life.  I'm not one for idle chit-c... Read More

As 2008 began, the long-term outlook for the Press was promising. Subscription renewals were coming in (many for two years), advertising revenue was growing, and reporters were covering the news as boards prepared for Town Meeting. The financial picture was positive, even though we were forecasting another year or two of deficits.

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We took a planned break in July and early August, with no paper published for four weeks. We moved into our new space before we left. When we returned, we began a period of change.

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Here's a silly story that I wrote about gnomes.  Donella, my dear niece, has requested that I post it.  So at the risk of being scorned and doomed to the world of Harvard-rejected-writers hell, I will post it. The night started off sleeplessly, my mind filled with the typical worries we often busy our minds with.  After getting up and down, and wa... Read More

For the past two weeks I've been craving and struggling and whining to myself that I wanted to write a cute gnome story about the garden.  After writing and writing, ripping up, meditating, walking, writing, ripping up and tearing my hair out, this morning and I got up and had to concede that a gnome story just isn't going to happen any time soon. I find myself ... Read More