One signpost on the road of my recovery reads: don’t be an Island. Find the others. Don’t isolate. Beware the siren song of isolation.

Once more, the political season is upon us. I just returned from a week of canvassing in North Carolina.

A full boat too far out before the gale A stark sun shining in the late September day

It started after my husband, Bud, finished writing a book about his career as a journalist that he had been working on for over two years.

It’s a lesson I’ve learned time and time again: no matter how many months you spend preparing or how meticulously you plan every single detail, something is bound to change.

I have lived most of my life on the right side of the law. I say most, because almost all of my alternative encounters with law enforcement have come on Martha’s Vineyard.