Sally’s Blog
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...
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...
Humidity
Oh, yes, it’s going to be one of those mornings! Either rain fell during the night and the clouds linger, or just a foggy day. Getting dressed, I wrap my bra round my chest, then hook it in the back. Ugh, the fabric’s damp already. Tee-shirt and shorts feel no...
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...