Sally’s Blog
Affogato
So what’s on the dessert menu? Cheesecake, chocolate mousse cake. . . well, I can have those any time . . . Affogato? What’s that? It says “vanilla ice cream and espresso” . . . Hmmn, that’s a simple combination. Sounds good, why don’t I try it? Aberystwyth, a...
Nauset Haven
Last fall, I revisited Nauset Haven, the cottage colony in Eastham which my family owned and operated during my teen years (1957-64). The place where I knew and learned Cape Cod, before I ever knew about Craigville or met my future husband or the Buffingtons. That...
A Gallery For the New Year
The image above was taken at in Encinitas, a town about ten miles north of us, a major garden center. Though I’m no gardener myself, prowling its nurseries and San Diego Botanic Garden are ongoing joys, and this one is from a nursery specializing in koi and...
The Never-Christmas Cottage
As a child, I used to read this verse on the cover of the family photo album. Now I would add a line: “old places”—and one old place in particular, our Craigville cottage of which I wrote in A Place Like This. Yet we never celebrated Christmas there. All...
Attached Baggage
Selecting the photographs for my website refresh, I’ve been looking over images from the past several years. On a first round, the raspberries above joined another food photo of mine: sauteed onions which looked so inviting that I wanted to dip right in and take a...
Charge
Griffin Island, Wellfleet, Cape Cod National Seashore. I had made it to the crest of the dune after a climb in two-steps-forward-one-step-back sand, when whoosh! I was almost blown off my feet. I must have shimmied, but after a few steps down toward the...
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
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...