Margaret's Blog
We don’t often admit the tough stuff. We cover it up to get through the day, not out of deceit […]
It has been seven years since I had major surgery after a long illness, surgery that put me on a […]
My father grows the best tomatoes. Every year, during what New Englanders can still quaintly call “harvest time”, that time […]
“Margaret, I didn’t know you were a runner.” “Oh, I’m not, not really” I said this the day after running […]
Memory holds on to such funny little details: the hat I lost at a bar on Arlington St. The ride […]