Slow jazz is in the background, but no longer a central part of your life. The furniture is rearranged and the house echoes with empty. You miss them deep in your soul, but you know you’ve raised them with wings to fly and they are exercising those wings well. There are times when...
The furniture was apparently left over from some office or other, and it was good stuff, massive mahogany, dark with years; old-fashioned bookcases; chairs that were almost antiques; obsolete text books, all of the what-nots that were the odds and ends of an old physician's office. Over...
We last gathered two years ago in the same town but a different vacation rental and all of us pronounced this rental as better “than the one on High Street.” A block from the ocean with ocean views from a large front yard dotted with white Adirondack chairs and an interior that a lar...
There was the story of Grandma K who was pregnant with her second child and on the day of delivery found out there were two babies instead of one. We knew the story of Big Hill in back of Papa’s farm in Winchendon. We knew the tragedy of Grandpa Stanley’s death of a heart attack...
An unexpected move back a year later saw us in a fancy furniture store shopping for a couch, and we did it! We finally bought the sleek, chic, sophisticated leather couch. It was beautiful – exactly as we imagined it would be. Gloriously different than we are. We tipped the movers wel...