Tag Archives: Groton
Deck the (July) Halls
This week I found myself at Olive Garden, that ubiquitous family style restaurant. I’m chalking it up to the ’11 blizzards. In Groton, we’d had a run of days topping out around 101 degrees. With only partial house air-conditioning–meaning one room … Continue reading
Farming Fiction
I rarely read non-fiction, despite the fact that there are fabulous writers producing fascinating works. Though I began my professional life as a journalist, my feet have been firmly planted in fiction for years now. Note that I said “rarely.” This … Continue reading
Public Exposure
I’ve had an affair for years. It dates back to weekly trips to the Somers (Connecticut) Free Public Library and continues today with the delightful Groton Public Library. Libraries hold the possibility of great discovery with the sharp edge of knowing you will … Continue reading
Long Time Passing
It looked like the 4th of July. American flags lined the street, poles stuck in the grass. Families, groups of teenagers on their own, adults on their own, but talking to others, lingered on the Town Hall steps and in … Continue reading
My Wild Life
Wild life = exciting activities vs Wildlife = undomesticated animals. And sometimes they intersect in my life in the wilds of Massachusetts. For many years, living in New Haven, Connecticut, wildlife was the possum shuffling around the trash cans, the deer sprinting through the … Continue reading
Bringing Home the Peeps
Driving along Rt 119, I passed this sign outside our local Agway. It immediately sent me back to days of spring rides home from Agway, on the broad backseat of the family car, balancing what looked like an over-sized pizza box with punched … Continue reading
Raining trees and writing
I sat with author Olivia Hoblitzelle on her back patio, talking about the re-release of her wonderful book, The Majesty of Your Loving, set for this fall. Originally an indie publication, her memoir of life with her husband “Hob” through … Continue reading
Stealing Home
I admit it. It was I, on the street, with my bare hands. I stole a sprig of lilac. I have resisted the larcenous urge for more than a week. But it’s been torture. Every morning I walk Waffles, my … Continue reading
It takes a village, plus
Six months ago, I took a big cleansing breath and pushed October Run out into the world. Tonight, I’m heading over to a local book party in my honor and looking forward to meeting readers and soon-to-be readers. I’m sharing the … Continue reading
