A Reel Hairy Tale

Guilty Pleasures September 18, 2013

Sunday, I crossed off a bucket list event: deep-sea fishing. My good friend Kim and I went out on a charter with Yankee Fleet in Gloucester; the boat set sail at 3:30 p.m. and returned at 8 p.m. Kim had gone on a couple trips 20 years ago, but I had never been. We Malcolms […]

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When the Headlights Came Looking for Me

Hump Day Shorts July 10, 2013

The humidity of the last couple weeks reminds of the two times in my life I recognized the headlights coming down the gravel road as Dad out looking for me after dark. Thirty-two years separated those two summer evenings. The first time I was 17 and a senior in high school. I wasn’t home by […]

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The Eye of the Storm

Me & My Boys August 5, 2012

I am over three years out from breast cancer diagnosis, cancer-free, and well into the swing of alternating MRI’s and mammograms every six months.  These don’t seem to get any easier as time goes on. After my mammograms in July, all is good.  The Eye of the Storm reflects on that day.  Please forward this to a […]

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Guilty Pleasures April 12, 2012

Walking to Ada’s last week, I passed Mom & Dad’s neighbors’ house.  Herbert came out, said “hello” then asked why I was carrying two cornstalks.  When I told him it was to keep the mean country dogs from biting me, he raised an eyebrow.  He can raise one eyebrow higher than anyone I’ve ever met.  “Come […]

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People to Know: Wendy

Me & My Boys April 12, 2012

Some people see the world in black and white. And those people expect, well, to see black and white in everything. Then there are those of us who live in a world of gray hues. Where ideas bud, meld, refresh, intertwine… and that drives the other half a little nutty. Take my friend Wendy Sue […]

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Six Hours of Questions and Answers

Staying Strong March 11, 2012

(Original post date: February 6, 2010) Written at 2 a.m. Saturday, February 6th Early morning in our house Friday, February 5th: “Do I have any clean socks?” No. “Is there a basket somewhere with clean whites?” No. “Are there any clean towels?” Yes, the basket in the laundry room is clean. My laundry experiment: “Can […]

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