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September Song
In the unlikely event that I own a boat one fine day, I will name her “September Morn”. September is a gentle month and it inspires me in many ways: the refreshingly cooler temperatures…
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Summer of ’42
A band of hot days came in long succession, Italian ones with low thick air. I had a rare free day with my daughter and we decided to visit an outlet store in Massachusetts…
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Life Wins
Don’t hate me but I don’t like spring. I am an autumn girl – I love the tension of blue sky and falling leaves, sunshine coupled with crisp air. Truth be told, something…
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A Time and Place
I put my homecity in the rearview mirror right after college and until recently, I never looked back. It wasn’t a town but a mini-city and one with a identity crisis, small town…
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Thanksgiving and Relish Trays
My older brother played football in high school so those four years, Thanksgiving dinner was not at my grandmother’s house but at ours. There were some things we could count on at our…
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Single Note
Victorian beauties didn’t have the dazzling array of perfumes to choose from we modern women enjoy. Their fragrances were mostly single note toilet waters and colognes – lavender, violet, tuberose – nothing like…
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There’s a Kind of Hush…
For me, Herman’s Hermits 1967 hit song seems to be heralding in spring, the year’s softest season. And it is only natural that the fashion song I sing takes me back to 1967…
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Waiting for Christmas
For many years I have said that my mother was Christmas to me. The wonderful things she did for us during the holiday season, the way she decorated our house with abandon, the…
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And I shall tell this with a sigh…
Once a year in autumn, my thoughts turn back to a small town I once lived in and my life there. It is true, the town was not my heart’s desire and my…
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Let’s amble this Michaelmas…
I arrived at work late today and was forced to park quite far from my building. I haven’t seen much of this section of the parking lot and was struck by how rural…
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September my love….
A hurricane is charging toward my area and preparations are certainly being made. What may be lovely, however, is that the heat’s back will at last be broken – it has been an…
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August Issue
I was lucky in that my father paid for my subscription to Seventeen magazine until I came home from college and had my first job. The first Seventeen I ever read, which signed,…
