In 1995, my dear husband and I found ourselves sprinting through LAX. And by ‘sprinting’, I mean moving as fast as humanly possible with two year old Mackenzie holding... Read More
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… on road trips, soft porn, and a bridge from nowhere
Today I head out on a road trip with my son. Our journey is a 1,527 miles from chic and trendy Dunstable, Massachusetts to New Orleans, Louisiana (or N’Orleans,... Read More
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… on an old dog (and the things he’s done for love)
We have had many dogs, my nearly perfect husband and I, and hopefully will have the room and the time and the ability to love and care for many... Read More
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…on my first dog and the virgin mary in a bathtub
Growing up, my favorite author was Albert Payson Terhune. Sure, it was a mouthful, and none of the other kids at Shawsheen Elementary School had any idea who he... Read More
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… on the acquisition of live poultry and being a dog
I want a freakin’ chicken. No, I’m not kidding. I want a chicken. I want several. A gaggle or a flock or a peck or whatever it is you... Read More
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… on big boy pig piles
Little boys tend to fall into one of two categories. They are dinosaur kids, or truck kids. I’m not saying that the same kid can’t enjoy dinosaurs and trucks... Read More
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… on sociopaths and psychopaths (there is a difference)
Once upon a time in or about the year 2000, my dear husband and I had a conversation over a cup of coffee on one of those rare, quiet... Read More
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… on old houses not quite empty
When one impulsively purchases an old house, the feeling of elation is quickly followed (and when I say ‘quickly’, I mean specifically the amount of time between agreeing to... Read More
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… on mr. holland
There is a house, across the cove from mine, on an island snuggled in the mid coast of Maine. We, my nearly perfect husband and I, found this island... Read More
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… on oddballs and tennis balls
See that guy up there? Oddball. It isn’t his name. It’s just him. I don’t even know his name. But I’ve seen him nearly every Thursday morning in the... Read More
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… on rocky balboa (at 11 months)
This is the raw photo of the champ. Eventually it will make its way, in black and white, onto a full-blown movie poster. There will be big, white capital... Read More
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… on a name for a dog
Once upon a day in-or-about the year 1999, I found myself pulling off an exit on Route 95 and into the parking lot of a state liquor store in... Read More