"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die."Keep reading
"Raindrops pittering and sunshine glittering; snow pelting, but soon it's melting. A thaw like you never saw! Flakes sporadic, cold, emphatic: My, but this winter is dramatic. Forecasts are oft erratic!"