It is New England.  It is winter.  Outside my writing studio window, snow falls.  The steam from my tea rises, the minestrone simmers in the crock pot.  I’ve been up since before sunrise, using the day’s enforced solitude to develop this website and blog.  With so many rich poetic and history-related endeavors completed and more on the horizon, it was time to share my life’s work in a larger format, and here, dear readers, it appears.   I look forward to posting as time allows and occasions transpire.  Be well.  Be warm.  Spill ink.