Bolton Valley

I had never heard of Bolton Valley. I was sick Friday with the stomach flu, when my husband approached me. He quietly asked me if I had any interest in skiing on Sunday. I mumbled a yes before rolling over to sleep. Saturday I was feeling better and had doubts about the trip. It wasContinue reading “Bolton Valley”

Small Town, Big Dreams, and Realizing Where I Belong

back to Fall. The sun starts to set on the Connecticut River, and shadows begin to move across the fields. We continue our way along, driving over broken pavement. As the car hugs the twists and turns, I look out the window. The road snakes back and forth, as the river meanders quiet and smoothContinue reading “Small Town, Big Dreams, and Realizing Where I Belong”