Here it is — the end of a chilly, rainy week. The sun came out Monday and everything is beginning to jump out of the ground.

I am not a traveler. Although I thoroughly enjoyed my two weeks in Italy, I am now hopelessly behind.

Let me start right off with “There’s no place like home.” This is regardless of a lovely 12 days in Italy.

Lynne Irons is away this week. The following column first ran on April 20, 2007.

When I moved to the Vineyard in 1970, about to have a baby, I thought it time to get back to my roots and I had no idea where to start.

I am a slave to tradition and the queen of repetition at the same time.