Booking the Trip

Booking the Trip

By the time you read this, I’ll be crossing (or have crossed) the United States headed for Boston and—of course—Cape Cod. I am traveling to promote A Place Like This and to see family and friends. Almost to the day since Andy and I said goodbye to...
Holy Ground

Holy Ground

When I speak or write of Cape Cod, seldom is it an accident or about a place “where I just happened to be.” To me, the Cape is holy ground, where I “take off my shoes” with  reverence. And anything I write or think about Cape Cod, anything that takes place there, any...
Blueberries for Sally

Blueberries for Sally

In my childhood, blueberries were always a summer fruit. Only a summer fruit. Now I see them in the supermarket every time I go.   Oh, if you were lucky, you might go picking in some rural or country location; I never found this as romantic an activity as...
Greenward

Greenward

When I’m asked what I miss about Cape Cod, or  when I’m not there, how do I envision it? What do I look back to?  Sandy beaches, rippling water? Quaint cottages next to a picturesque harbor, perhaps, or great seafood, light houses, to name a few. Oh, pretty towns, old...

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