Editorial
Leave Me to My Own Devices
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I am worried about screen time. And as I toddle around, sometimes I feel that the cards are stacked against those of us who are.
The Suffield Observer (https://thesuffieldobserver.com/author/abby-wolcott/)
I am worried about screen time. And as I toddle around, sometimes I feel that the cards are stacked against those of us who are.
It is February, so, I have the theme song from Love Story circulating in my head and am seeking out that red beret that Ali McGraw wore so well back in the 70s when she and Oliver Barrett broke our hearts.
These are quieter days as we take to the woods.
No one wants to talk to me on the phone. I am abrupt and dismissive and always trying to hang up.
Growing up with a bunch of older brothers, I know something about being a tattletale.
If you have never sat quietly in the presence of a toad you are missing out on one of the finest experience that life holds.
Looking back, I cannot fault my parents for at least trying to civilize us. This included family vacations.
Not too long ago at dusk, we met a group of Hartford Audubon Society birders to watch the crows come home to roost for the night. Our fearless leader had been observing the crows’ behavior for several weeks and instructed us to meet in Hartford at a school near Flatbush Ave.