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Coats and Nostalgia
Coat shopping isn’t what it use to be. Coats were once so plentiful, affordable, and beautifully made. Even the most expensive coats today are only blends. Where is the soft melton wool with…
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Come October
October tugs at my heart more than any other month. It calls to mind school days, plaid skirts, football games, sunshine and comfort foods. Its atmospheric ways stir the soul and put extra meaning…
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Lit from Within
The change in light tells me fall is on its way. I plan on wringing summer dry and just bought a pretty new beach towel so I know I have a few more…
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Country Cousin
If you were a girl who grew up in the late 60’s and your school had a good library, chances are you read a Betty Cavanna. Ms. Cavanna wrote charming little stories for…
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Friday Night Lights
As a girl, my summers were filled with Cape Cod sunshine. But only one summer has a golden halo around it that still glows. Even today, when I hear the very year mentioned, my heart…
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The Light in the Piazza
When Nightly News’ Brian Williams was interviewing the women amputees who were so terribly hurt in the Boston Marathon bombings, he asked if any of them were finding comfort by curling up with good…
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Snow Day
We woke up early on snowy days in the hopes that we would hear “No school, all schools Marlborough…” from the hi-fi radio in the living room. With bated breath and crossed fingers,…
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A “Meg” Winter
Imagine my thrill after reading Little Women at age 10, to be told that the March sisters resided a mere 20 miles away in Concord, Massachusetts. But then, Orchard House was not open…
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Christmas Assembly
In the 1960’s, every public elementary school in my town held a Christmas assembly each year on the last school day before the holiday vacation. These programs took place in the…
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Why don’t you…..wear a tartan skirt?
The inimitable Diana Vreeland included a column called “Why don’t you….?” in Harpers Bazaar when she was at the magazine’s helm. Her little suggestions were at times audacious as in, “Why don’t you…
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What dreams may come…
A man’s work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened. ~Albert Camus…
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Fields of Gold
At the end of the summer, I began to worry that I had run out of stories for you but autumn is an endless field of gold, and now that the weather has…
