Skiing yesterday at Heavenly Valley with Devon and the kids, I veered off for a couple of runs in Mott Canyon. Storm had just blown in nine new inches of […]

[from last week] The storm built slowly. My years in New England taught me that the big ones always do. First, as always, there were the tiny flecks, the ones […]

[some musings on Christmas morning]We’ve all had that conversation: do you think we’re here for a purpose? A few times, when I’ve written something well, really captured lightning in a […]