The other night I was reading a book or checking out Facebook posts as I stretched across my bed when I heard a familiar tune - the synthesized notes of the 1980s laced with a soft cornet, a sound so familiar that it triggered immediate images of idyllic New England autumns and quirky American characters. Newhart.…
This post has weighed heavily on my heart for months now, maybe longer, but some words spoken this summer have propelled me to write. When I heard a certain set of words this summer, I wanted to speak out immediately; I wanted to rail and indict, but my 17-year-old son urged me to cool…
I don't know how girls wear headbands all the time. My headband today has irritated my forehead and given me a headache. Besides, the headband makes my head itch, too. My hair is really too flat to wear a headband for too long anyway. I need some kind of hair accessory that fluffs…
I am exhausted, and I am disappointed. I understand being angry and feeling cheated, misunderstood. But I don't understand why people react in anger. Wait, yes I do. I react in anger all the time. And when I say something horrid, it almost always comes as a sudden blurt, an unexpected eruption, and even…
Downtown Boston – Wednesday, July 27 A few years ago, when we took the family to Washington, DC, we toured the city on a trolley that took us all around the city very easily. We hopped on and hopped off as we wanted, and when we finished with one landmark, another trolley was there to…
My last morning in Massachusetts – Thursday, July 28 We had one last stop to make – the home of John Adams in Quincy, Massachusetts - so that meant we drove north a few miles from Plymouth after we partook of a healthy breakfast at Dunkin Donuts (I’m telling you – they are everywhere in…
To have such a tortured past, Salem is nearly a perfect city. Small and friendly, with a beautiful downtown, Salem sits on the harbor with incredible views of the Atlantic Ocean. Because Nathaniel Hawthorne is my dead boyfriend, and he was born in Salem, and because I…
Yesterday's activities were exhausting. I thought I would try to write a quick note about our baseball excursion when I arrived back at the hotel room last night, but we didn't hit the couch until about 12:45 am, and I was grimy and zombie-like. The only activities that interested me at that point…
I don't even know where to begin. I have no idea how to put into words the feelings I felt today as I walked through Concord, Massachusetts. I have dreamed about Walden Pond and Orchard House and The Old Manse for as long as I have known about Louisa May Alcott and Henry…
After about 10 hours of travel last night, we stopped to sleep in Allentown, Pennsylvania, and awoke this morning with the idea that we would take about 3 hours to travel to Springfield, Massachusetts and spend the afternoon at the Naismith Memorial Basketball Hall of Fame. More or less, that is what we…
