Northern New York wineries share ‘labor of love’ with communities
Renewing connections with old friends a reminder of blessed life
Today is the first day of summer. I am sitting outside the Ritz-Carlton in Miami, Fla., sipping a glass of expensive wine, looking at the ocean, watching palm trees, thinking I can’t believe I am here. [Read more…]
The struggle to let go as a child’s boyhood slips away
I have been home with my son, Evan, for three days. He’s sick. Not terribly so, but he has a mild fever that lingers. I don’t do well being trapped in my house for long periods of time. I like to get out. I feel guilty calling in sick for work, and I know my son worries about missing school and the assignments he will face piled up high when he returns. [Read more…]
Share the holiday season like our love that connects us
Here come the holidays, the time of year when traditions and memories intertwine with new moments of the season. There is the blur of the Thanksgiving meal, our grateful souls devouring the company of loved ones, along with too much delicious turkey, stuffing, green bean casserole and pumpkin pie. Then the string of days that leads us to Christmas, when we gather again with family, catching glimpses of our younger selves as we watch the children around us, their eyes sparkling in the lights from decorated trees. [Read more…]
A bittersweet farewell to the great north country
In preparing for this, my final column for NNY Living, I went down a bit of a thesaurus rabbit hole searching for a synonym for the word bittersweet. [Read more…]
Dear NNY: A ‘Dear John’ letter to the north country
The Stokes family is leaving you. We’re going west.
At first, our decision to move all the way across the country — to Idaho — felt like giving up. In my defense, I’ve been trying to force myself to bloom where I was planted for nearly half my life, but my buds just kept getting buried under snow. [Read more…]
Take a deep breath, it’s just another north country winter
A few weeks ago when the 2015 “Snowmageddon” was barreling toward New York City, I had to do a double take when I saw people were fleeing their burroughs because it was predicted that the city could get up to two feet of snow. [Read more…]
I’ve suffered from Seasonal Affective Disorder every winter since I moved to Northern New York. Because I figured out pretty quickly that I can’t just hibernate and cry all winter, I actively seek out methods to curb my depression well before it gets to the point of crisis. [Read more…]
Last year, my family and I met up with my sister and her family in Indianapolis, a midway point between Northern New York and Oklahoma. We rented a house and cooked our own turkey dinner with groceries we brought from our own homes.
But to get there, we had to first endure a 14-hour cross-country road trip. My kids were three and six, and inexperienced at sitting for long intervals in a car. We’ve flown many, many times, but the thought of having them strapped in for longer than the hour ride to Syracuse, or even the nearly three-hour trip to Rochester, was intimidating.
As is my way, I fretted and planned for several weeks before the road trip. I read articles and blogs for tips, downloaded books and games on our Kindle, rented DVDs and audiobook CDs from the library, created an entire Pinterest board of ideas on how to keep young kids occupied during the 14-hour trip and assembled personalized binders for the kids with age-appropriate printable games, coloring sheets and puzzles. [Read more…]