Sally’s Blog
In the Box
In the Box As I flipped the calendar over to the April page, a memory leaped to mind. Oh, now that was one of the best gifts I ever received . . . a brown-paper-wrapped carton, addressed in my father’s handwriting, stuffed into the mailbox at the foot of our...
Tasting the Apple
Recently I watched as a new friend (we’d just been introduced by a mutual friend), typed in www.sallybuffington.com for the first time—and there were the familiar apples, in the upper left hand corner of the home page. “That’s it!” I said as I saw my name, logo, and...
I Wanna Be . . .
Normally, my seventh period class furnished a quiet end to the school day, but not today. From my desk on right hand side, waiting for the final bell, I was more or less listening when a major interruption breezed in. It was several of my classmates, laughing and...
Instrumental
7:45 A.M. Ready for the day, I walk into the kitchen and there where I left them drying last night, are three graduated though un-matched pans. Oh, it’s Father Bear, Mama Bear, and Baby Bear. The old faithfuls! Ready for yet more service—no rest for the weary around...
First Christmas Tree
“Let’s go out in the woods and cut our own Christmas tree!” December 1957, Eastham, Massachusetts. I was eleven. After years of two-week vacations on Cape Cod, which I’d always considered a magic summer kingdom, my parents and I had moved—to Cape Cod! We were just...
C is for . . .
Sometimes when I can’t sleep and my mind’s all stirred up, I lie in bed and calm myself by making up an alphabetical list: towns in my state, for instance, the names of books, or favorite foods. Just the other night, I got going on Thanksgiving. An ample subject!...
A Reader’s Garden of Books
Traveling this past summer, as always I took books with me, and as always, bought more along the way. Though I also brought a Nook e-reader, I got held up in the TSA line because I didn’t remove it from my carry-on for scanning; the agent could hardly believe this...
Around the Table
Thinking of my recent trip to Cape Cod, I notice that some of the most interesting things which happened, I didn’t plan on. For instance a three -course “menu” of happenings at restaurants, starting with yet another round of oysters on the half shell ordered by my...