About Redheads
Sandy was not only his name but his nature too. He was a Saunders, a name that came down from Scotland via Ireland, as it had for one of my grandparents. He was also a blazing redhead, his hair as
Sandy was not only his name but his nature too. He was a Saunders, a name that came down from Scotland via Ireland, as it had for one of my grandparents. He was also a blazing redhead, his hair as
Marmite. I love it! But it divides people more than anything else. Yes, even more than congressional politics! You either love it or loathe it; no one stands between the poles of passion. In case you haven’t tried it, or
I no longer sleep-walk when writing articles for scientific or medical journals, because I was woken to the drumbeats of an academic spring. As young scientists we were taught we must either “publish or perish” but I now hear the
Virginia died yesterday, a life sown, grown, and ripened in the state that gave her a name. She slipped away gently in the night, her passing unnoticed until she had gone. It’s often like that. Our neighbor was just one
As winter marches towards spring, two male northern cardinals have set up territories in our yard, keeping an eye on their mates but not getting along with each other. They watch, emblazoned against a blue sky, from a favorite perch
Banana Joe stole the show! No, not the LA radio presenter, I mean the affenpinscher from Attleboro who won Best in Show last week at the Westminster Dog Show in NYC. I’m not a pooch person, prefer big mushy dogs,
T.S. Eliot was wrong: February is the cruelest month, not April. When one of our sister bee hives in the Yorktown churchyard was opened recently the entire colony was found to have died. Several thousand bees were strewn across the