Delicious Cold Weather is Back

The crisp cold days of February and March are my favorite time of year in southern New England. The trees are still bare and there's excitement in the air. I can see the pond from Little Ireland, the bare and stony hill at Precious Blood cemetery. I can turn on my oven and bake breads, biscotti, and granola.

My dental hygienist told me she grew up so poor that her mom used to turn on the gas oven to heat the tenement. She had no idea they could've been killed by carbon monoxide poisoning. Good information is everything.

A girl I know from the neighborhood a former drug addicted prostitute, was proud to tell me she had a wonderful new boyfriend and they were saving money to get an apartment. Meanwhile they were living, camping in his big blue cargo van over the winter. I told her to be careful about sleeping with the engine running especially if parked against a snow bank. "My friends nephew died of carbon monoxide poisoning, be careful!"

If you want the full spectrum of life come take a walk with me. There are amazing people here who are kind, generous and friendly. But nothing is hidden here, bad teeth, drug addiction, love.