Almost sounds treasonous now but I wonder if we can make common goodness attractive again like it was often back in the day

On a recent Sunday morning, my sons and husband gathered around me, all eyes on my phone. Google had compiled images from 2020 into an unsolicited story. Warm with nostalgia, we were cast back.

I never thought this idea would eventually turn into a major event that would attract thousands of off-Island chili tasters and hundreds of chili cooks.

Each time I pull out of the driveway on my bike or in my car, I get to choose: the inland way or the water way?

On election night, I refused to read the news or look at my phone. I put everything on Do Not Disturb and went to sleep.