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The other night Rebecca and I ran into Greg and Kristin Conway, two Suffieldians.
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The other night Rebecca and I ran into Greg and Kristin Conway, two Suffieldians.
A few years ago, I read an article about a woman who left her strict religious family and found herself adrift.
After 13 years of watching from the sidelines, this will be my last year watching Suffield girls’ lacrosse.
In the past 10 years, I have come to loathe American politics. All of it.
It was a Friday afternoon, and I was headed to the Kent Memorial Library. It was a beautiful spring day, the kind that invites everyone to take in our bucolic town.
Early this season, my daughter’s basketball team got tangled in a real ugly game.
I have a friend who is a bona fide holy roller – the kind of guy who will text you passages from the Bible, proudly keep the commandments, and never, ever miss church.
Towards the edge of our yard is a stream surrounded by brush and trees that cuts us off from a tiny strip of our property and access to a farm road.
Eighteen years ago, as a newcomer to the town and Suffield on the Green, I was walking that slow stroll through the makeshift lanes, taking in the sights and sounds of the annual September festival.