A while ago (a few weeks maybe?), I made two chicken pot pies. We ate one for dinner and froze the second one. The other night, Owen was poking around the deep freeze and said, “How about pot pie for… Read More ›
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WORLD SHARING? BAH, HUMBUG.
Today is the simultaneous anniversary of the day the Titanic sank and the day Fenway Park opened. For many Sox fans, it just figures that two such major catastrophes would occur on the same day. It took 84 years for… Read More ›
MEMORIES – REAL, BEHIND A GAUZY VEIL, OR MISREMEMBERED
Fandango’s Provocative Question – #17, Revisited What do I remember? What do I remember only in parts? Do I remember anything that didn’t happen? It’s an interesting question. To the best of my understanding, I remember something or I have… Read More ›
A VERY SMALL CHIPMUNK
We used to have big fat chittering chipmunks everywhere on the property. They were about the size of a small squirrel. Meanwhile, in the same woods, there is a very small version of the bigger chipmunks. Our new ones really… Read More ›
KNOWING ALFRED EISENSTAEDT
Maybe it doesn’t matter but maybe it does.
LIBERATION: A MUSICAL THAT ALMOST WAS – RICH PASCHALL
“Just imagine how awful we’d feel,” I told Betty one day, “if we got to the end of our lives and never produced our play. Especially if we really could have. We’d always regret it.” That’s how I pushed Betty to… Read More ›
PHOTOGRAPHIC MEMORIES AND KNOWING ALFRED EISENSTAEDT
The first time I went to the Vineyard, it was my honeymoon — to my first husband and the year was 1965. I didn’t know anything about the Vineyard. I hadn’t even known it was there, but we were looking… Read More ›
TELLING YOUR STORY – RICH PASCHALL
Finding Your Own Voice, by Rich Paschall What is the best way to relate something? When do you communicate well? What is it that gets your point across? When does your voice stand out in a sea of voices? How… Read More ›
ALL TOYS PLEASE REMAIN IN THE ATTIC – GARRY ARMSTRONG
The phone rang. The caller ID flashed, showing one of Boston’s two major newspapers. I figured it was the sales department. I handed the phone to Marilyn. I heard Marilyn respond “yes” several times and was puzzled. We didn’t need… Read More ›
HALLWAYS OF MEMORY
Every night, I fill up my cup, grab my bag of medications, give the Duke his nighttime treats, and hike the hallway to the bedroom at the other end of the house. After arriving, I put the bag where it… Read More ›
SAYING NO TO BULLETS: THE FIRST TIME – BY ELLIN CURLEY
This is one of the funnier old family stories. My family believes that it documents the first time being a conscientious objector was used as a rationale to get out of military service. The concept didn’t exist in World War… Read More ›
WHAT A SHOCK! – Marilyn Armstrong
You think you know someone. You hang out with them, exchange emails, jokes, and anecdotes. Maybe you even work with them. Then, one day, out of the blue, you discover they are fundamentalist Christians who believe you are going to… Read More ›
