New England used to seem to me to be some sort of romantic place that only really existed in lovely books about autumn leaves and coastal fishing villages. Turns out. It isn’t. And then again it is. I didn’t really know about Boston drivers or humid summers without air conditioners. But the lovely things I had imagined were all so much more lovely than I could have hoped. I would love to share with you a little taste of our…
A number of years ago a very smart friend of mine introduced a concept to me that has been tickling…
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