War, Honor, and My Cousin Phil
Two months ago I was in Scotland and England traveling with friends Maggie and Ian, both formerly with the British Department of...
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Through and Through
In complete darkness, I creep like a burglar up an unlighted stairway from the basement apartment in my son Rob’s house. I’m trying...
Talking with Thornton Burgess
Some years ago I had an assignment with Cape Cod Life to write an article on Plimoth Plantation in Plymouth, Massachusetts. I spent more...
Thornton Burgess and The Bradford Washburn Award
Hi, I've taken a considerable break from this blog for diverse reasons, some more valid than others, but never lost my original intention...
A Preschool Epiphany
A few weeks ago I experienced an epiphany, the kind that lingers in your mind in the days that follow it... I had just dropped my...
What Goes Around Comes Around
What Goes Around Comes Around, Historically Speaking My grandmother Helen Moore was born in 1883 in Dumont New Jersey, one of the...
Wish You Were Here
I live in the central village of a seaside New England town old enough to celebrate a 375th anniversary this year. Those of us who live...
Live Radio Interview
The prospect of being interviewed recently on live radio was exciting, but I felt a little nervous as I drove to Woods Hole and parked...
A Winter Window
Although this little horse is a gift from New Mexico, he will always remind me of Cape Cod snowstorms, good friends and expectations. In...
Writing About a Provincetown Artist
Because writing is generally a solitary activity, writers need to cultivate and maintain social contacts. For me the Cape Cod branch of...
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