Mac and I were watching the red carpet procession at the Oscars last night (Ya, it says 11:34 a.m. above, but that was the... Read More
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… on glen who isn’t a lawyer and a life-altering list
Late yesterday morning I returned from Maine with The Shepherds and my olfactory senses were happy-fied by evidence that Glen-the-friend-and-painter had been true to... Read More
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… on being a v.i.p. at dingle diner and real mail
One really bizarre thing about living in a small, New England town is that every important decision is not made at Town Meeting or at the... Read More
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… on old yankee men as mouse props
Did you happen, by any chance, to read the title of this post as, ‘old yankee men as mouse poops’? No? Never mind. I... Read More
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… on an old dog waiting for his old-soul boy
Monty Dingle. Handsome Old Man. Handsome Old Yankee Man. Canine style. A few months ago, he was fading. Our 132 pound, 10 1/2-year-old Bernese Mountain... Read More
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… on nothin’ but thank you
Thank you. For coming on over. For visiting so often. From so many places around our ever-spinnin’ planet. For following the blog, for commenting,... Read More
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… on keeping the home fire burning
The rag-tag militia would arrive in ones and twos from all over the country. Many left a day early to beat a winter storm... Read More
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… on the freakin’ medicine cabinet
This post was going to start out with me telling you about how super hero-ish I am. Which I am, for sure, but now... Read More
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… on an orb, a decision, and a response
Did you drink your coffee yet this morning? Well, you may want something stronger. Maybe in Irish coffee? Well you are in the right... Read More
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… on english as a second language and sister katherine
Sadly, if you have just pulled up your chair with a cup of coffee or glass of wine (or both) hoping to read about... Read More
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… on dippity-do and me (and crissy)
Ah, Dippity-do. I don’t remember exactly how old I was, but I remember the bathroom closet of my house in the high-falootin’ town of... Read More
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… on a screaming pillow and inn renovation
“Mom?” “Ya, Sam.” “Why is your pillow screaming?” I looked over to my newly hung L.L. Bean hammock, complete with custom embroidered pillow, and smiled.... Read More