Pond

Pond

Come along with me, let’s fly over an expanse of leafy Cape Cod woods, oaks interspersed with pines. Occasionally the foliage swath is punctuated by a house, or several houses in a row, plus roads like threads of black or sandy brown, and most notably by jewel-like...
A Taste for Aunts

A Taste for Aunts

In the spirit of Dylan Thomas’ line, “There are always Uncles at Christmas,” this Thanksgiving season, I’m speaking up for Aunts. Specifically, my two Aunt Betty’s and my Aunt Ellen Braithwaite, who have been on my mind as I’ve lived the days leading to this...
The Story of a Photo

The Story of a Photo

Here’s my photo “Gifts of the Rain,” awarded Third Prize, Color Waterscapes, in the Exhibition of Photography at the San Diego County Fair in Del Mar. But there’s more to it than this single image, beyond my pleasure at having won a prize.   You see the exhibit print...
Buster

Buster

I can’t write about Eastham and life at Nauset Haven without including Buster. Though he was also our family dog, whenever I was home, especially when I walked around the pond, he was mine. My friend, my confidant, my always ready companion and listener. (With just a...
First Christmas Tree

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 . . .

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!...

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