I write this on the porch of my grandmother’s cabin in the woods.  Grandma moved onto heaven when I was an infant, but she left me this wonderful gift of a summer refuge in the Adirondack Mountains.   As I write, I look down a birch-lined road to a sparkling lake.  Tranquility rules.

But not all the time…….one morning we awoke to howling wind and havoc. Continue reading →