June in New England is like a lover's dream made tangible.

There must be hundreds of unsung heroes and heroines who first tasted strange things growing - and think of the man who first ate a lobster. This staggers the imagination. I salute him every time I take my nutcracker in hand and move the melted-butter pipkin closer.

Happiness is a thing of now.

The creative instincts, the love force must be nourished with every beat of our hearts until they overbalance the destructive instincts.

nothing decorates a home like books. There they are, waiting to decorate the mind, too!

History records the large events or the general condition of society, but only an individual can put down the way of life in a small town.

Almost all words do have colour and nothing is more pleasant than to utter a pink word and see someone's eyes light up and know it is a pink word for him or her too.