It occurred to me yesterday, alone in the house I have mockingly referred to as ‘The Disposable Shack’… After the family packed itself into... Read More
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… on dreams of sleeping with the enemy
Okay, here’s how it’s going. Let’s start with the fact that ‘The Disposable Shack’ is an ironic title. It only became ‘disposable’ once we decided... Read More
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… on a snowy morning gift
The Nearly Perfect Husband and I were home in chic and trendy Dunstable last week for a number of reasons, not the least of... Read More
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… on five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred… legos
Yesterday, the Nearly Perfect Husband (also known in these parts as ‘Daddy’ (Marshal), ‘Fah-sah’ (Gabe), ‘But Daaaaad’ (Mac), and – depending on what he... Read More
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… on memories of an old yankee man
Oh, the forbidden… How it draws us. Forbidden people. Forbidden activities. Forbidden… Garages. A little over a week ago, a large dumpster arrived on... Read More
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… on changes and change… oh and changes
There were a lot of things we forgot to check out before we put an offer on our house in Maine in 2005. As... Read More
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… on a decade of cows and the sea
Down the driveway, down the road, around a small curve and over a rise are Mr. McGovern’s cows. I realized, as I was on... Read More
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… on ponderin’ a move
Last week it hit me. Moving. Like, for real. The idea has been, that when Self-Proclaimed Perfect Boy Gabe heads off to college, we will... Read More