By Morgan O’Neill

It has been almost a year since I first referred to a Robert Herrick poem in this blog. It was just after seeing a beautiful Jane Woolrich baby doll design that swept me away. Now, it seems I am drawn back to Herrick, one, because he is so easy to read, but, two, because the sudden wet, icy cold of a Northeast winter has me hunkered down … Read More
This entry is just a little late today. Another major storm is bearing down on the Northeast as I write. This time it’s snow. It’s quite beautiful out there and will probably remain so for the next 24 hours as this urban landscape is transformed into a vision of white elegance and pristine beauty. This combination of anticipation and charm reminds me of the artistry inherent in the 



When it comes to the sport of football, I am pretty much less interested in the competition than the strategic fanfare that seems to drive the game. It is hard to ignore the Super Bowl hype that takes the media hostage in the USA every January. We turned on the television Sunday Night, mainly out of habit, to watch the Ravens trounce the 49ers in the first half. I, for …