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March thaw
New Hampshire’s coastal areas are finally starting to break free of winter’s icy hold.
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A promise to keep
I awoke early this morning while it was still dark outside. Not only had it snowed sometime after midnight, but I had turned 60 years old. As far as I am concerned, 60 is an amazing feat not to be...
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Writing my way back
I sit at Adelle’s sipping a cup of tea looking at the few last pages of my journal. I had just worked a marathon week at a job that I don’t really care for. I pick up my pen and wonder if any words...
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Beauty after the bombs
Driving out to the ocean this morning, I almost missed these daffodils hidden along a woodsy section of road. I stayed awhile, absorbing nature’s beauty. I kept thinking of the eight-year-old boy, who...
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One last conversation…
By the time I got to where I was going, I was soaked. The poncho that I was wearing was not a good choice for this wind and pelting rain. There would be no glorious sunrise this morning, but I was...
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Outside looking in
As I was walking towards Cere’s Street Bakery in downtown Portsmouth, N.H., I saw a young man quickly duck inside leaving his loyal companion outside. As I got closer I caught the tantalizing scents...
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Thinking of mom
It’s been five Mother’s Days since mom passed away. Every year when this day rolls around, I sadly realize that I will not need to remember a card or flowers. It just happens that this Mother’s Day, I...
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The morning after
I lay awake in bed not daring to move. I turn to look at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It’s only 3 am. I move my head slightly trying to gauge how bad the hangover will be this morning. I can...
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Food for thought
I told the deli person that I needed a pound of swiss cheese. She slapped some slices on the scale and it came out to be a perfect pound. She smiled at me and said, “Well that’s a first.” I told her...
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Rock art
I spend a lot of time exploring, sitting and just thinking in a remote area on the New Hampshire coastline. It’s one of the inlets off the road that runs along the ocean. It’s an isolated, rocky spot...
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Fog, mist and memories
I took a walk out to my little gray cove this morning. It was misting and the fog still hung low out past the rocks. I could hear the foghorn moaning in the distance and the smell of salt water was...
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Looking in windows
I love looking at doorways, gardens and patios. I especially love walking city streets when it’s dark and staring up at lighted windows, trying to catch glimpses of plants and decorations. Now let me...
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A day to remember
I sit at my computer, editing my daughter’s wedding photos, going over each image with the same care and expertise that I always took with my other clients. Only this time the beautiful girl staring...
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Autumn thoughts
Autumn is my favorite time of year. I love the fresh, crisp air of the days and the coolness of the nights. The beauty of the changing foliage is as bold as an artist’s palette. Going to farmers...
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Rocky Neck Art Colony
For the past few years, I’ve been spending some time in Cape Ann, a rocky area of northeastern Massachusetts. Cape Ann includes Gloucester, Rockport, Essex and Manchester-by-the-Sea. Gloucester is home...
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Motif Number 1
Motif Number 1, a fishing shack located at Bradley Wharf in downtown Rockport, Mass., is often referred to as the “most often painted building in America.” Walking along the wharf, in the early evening...
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Little mouse lost
I came upon a little brown mouse the other night. I was leaving work, making my way across the large parking lot to my car. Ahead of me, a co-worker had already gotten into her car and turned the...
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Simply put
We shall not cease from explorationAnd the end of all our exploringWill be to arrive where we startedAnd know the place for the first timeT.S. Eliot, “Four Quartets”
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Hallways
Her room is the first one on the right. A light above her door blinks, signaling that she needs help. I stop and look down the long gray hall. Rooms of old sick people. I turn into her room. A tiny...
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