May 20, 2020

Here’s the outside – the face, the body. It’s pretty easy to take care of. Water. Soap. Shampoo. Exercise. It’s the inside, what’s in the mind, that demands more attention and intention. I’ve been doing a decent job of taking care of my mind – in that I use it to read,...

February 11, 2019

At this time of year, I dream about the summer beach and its welcome assault on my senses: the smell of coconut sunscreen and burgers on the grill; the sound of the season’s Top 40 hits, blended conversations, and gleeful shrieks from the water; the taste of melting ic...

January 18, 2019

I heard a story on the radio Monday afternoon that is still in my mind this morning. It’s the story of Charles Greenlee, a black Florida man, who was falsely accused seventy years ago (along with three other young black men) of raping a seventeen-year-old white girl. H...

December 20, 2018

Christmas is less than a week away, and I’ve got a song stuck in my head. It’s not Jingle Bells or Silent Night; it’s Carly Simon’s Anticipation. Because my boys are coming home for the holidays, I am swept up in the anticipation of their arrival. As self-appointed Chi...

November 26, 2018

It’s Monday morning, and I’ve got a case of the blues. This is not the regular case, wrought by the end of a weekend. No, I’m blue because my grown sons were here over the holiday, and now they’re gone. The post-boys-home funk is a recurring event that starts the momen...

October 24, 2018

I like being at home, in familiar environs with most of the things I need a few steps away. Home is where I can dress in comfortable clothing, eat whatever I wish, sleep in a bed that suits my body, and not feel awkward about taking an afternoon nap. A schedule-adherin...

October 12, 2018

I recently made the decision to send the novel I’m writing to a developmental editor, who will return my marked up manuscript to me in April. Yes, you heard me right. And so begins a slowed down period that I know I need but have been unwilling, until now, to initiate....

October 16, 2017

I recently read a memoir called The Little Locksmith that was written in the 1930s by Katharine Butler Hathaway, a woman who spent most of her childhood strapped to a board in an effort to stem the ravaging effects of spinal tuberculosis. Her writing is very good, if n...

May 1, 2017

In the six years of days I wrote grants for Mystic Seaport, the most memorable occurred in the summer of 2014, when we launched the Charles W. Morgan. Yes, this was a big day because the 1841 whaleship had not been to sea since her 37th and final voyage in 1921. But it...

February 13, 2017

When I was shoveling over the weekend, my mind drifted to a more carefree time, when snow had nothing to do with work and everything to do with play. I’m going to say it was the late 1960s, when I was in elementary school, that snow days were the most magical. The even...

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