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November Morning

“Attention is the beginning of devotion.” – Mary Oliver

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Hermit Island, Maine

We spent the weekend with friends at Hermit Island Campground in Phippsburg, Maine amidst the salt air and campfire smoke.

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Family Snapshots

A few days ago I viewed the Unifinished Stories exhibit at the MFA. The exhibit featured dozens of candid snapshots from the last century – most from the 1940’s and 1950’s. After seeing the exhibit I was inspired to open the box of old family photos I have been storing beneath our guestroom bed. Here […]

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The Perfect Imperfect

This weekend we took the girls apple picking at Old Frog Pond Farm in Harvard, MA. The girls were confuses by the splotches and bumps on the apples. We explained that the apples were organic and, as a result, the imperfections actually make the apples more perfect than the ‘beautiful’ apples available at grocery stores […]

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Spencer Fair

Seven identical green beans, Holsteins, fried dough, tractor pulls, blue ribbons, and carnival games. The Spencer Fair has been an annual Labor Day tradition for 127 years. And, in case you were wondering, it is nearly impossible to take a flattering photo of a 967 pound pumpkin.

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Back to School

When we were kids, my cousin threw himself down hills and and crashed into trees on his bicycle during the last few days before school resumed. His thinking, creative as it may have been, was that a broken arm would allow him to miss the first few days of school and, as a result, happily […]

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Drive In

Gaggles of pajama wearing kids packed into station wagons and truck beds for late nights of popcorn and movies. Couples on dates steaming up windows. Vintage concession stand promotional reels with hot dogs doing back flips, ice cream cups marching in a row, and dancing fountain sodas. In their heyday there were some 4,000 or […]

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Clam Shack

Fried food and ice cream form a perfect summer-night culinary marriage.  Roadside clam shacks have been perfecting this match for decades.    

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August Field

Grasshoppers dart past. Crickets and bees chirp and buzz. Game trails slice through the Goldenrod and Queen Anne’s Lace. As birds flush from tall grass to nearby trees at the edge of this field I know so well, I am reminded that I am the outsider in this place.

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