Gail Grenier Here

My friend Arleen and I like to notice the comings and goings of wild plants and animals. For years I kept a journal of first appearances of ...

"Smiling Eyes" by Inima Mea My dad had the most twinkly eyes of anyone I've ever known. It was something I grew used to. ...

All this past non-winter, we knew we were in for it. Seventy degrees in March felt great, but was a bad omen. And now we have it: the o...

  It seems that everyone loves “Mad Men.” I have only seen two episodes of the show, but I can tell you that I don’t love it. Here’s...

  More than a year ago, my sister-in-law Nan gave me a tip. She said, "Rent 'Treme.' It's a cable series about New Orl...

One day in high school French class, I learned the word “cicatrice.” It’s pronounced SEE-cuh-TREECE and it means scar . I became smitten w...

Holy Thursday I saw the sad thing when Mike and I were on the return leg of our customary morning walk along the Bugline trail, an old r...