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Scenes from Saturday + Cece’s Return!

Yesterday was all about patience and anticipation. After a week apart, Cecilia was coming home and the last six hours were almost unbearable for Allison. Even the final scenes of Anne of Green Gables could not distract her. Surprisingly, the five disc 1980’s mini-series had held her in rapt attention all week. I’m not sure if it was fine Canadian acting, the lush palate of Prince Edward Island or Gilbert’s boyish good looks, but she was all-in on Anne’s adventures and foibles. I was just happy to avoid the Tanner family for another week. Continue Reading


Mid-summer, a time of abundance, even in the scant growing season of New England. The CSA is in full swing. The home garden is producing. And my father-in-law can’t resist picking more fruit than he can possibly consume.

He’s an engineer, turned doctor, who should have been a farmer. He loves picking. Last week, when I drove down to Philly to drop off Cecilia, he sent me back with a 20 lb box of blueberries, a (slightly) smaller box of peaches, a bag of beets and some mangoes. Challenge accepted! Continue Reading

The Carnival Story

Once a year, when I was a boy, a small, traveling carnival would appear in town and setup at the abandoned naval base in the middle of town. From afar, especially at night, the lights of the rides, the smell of popcorn and sugar and the peripatetic palaver of the barkers was an irresistible allure to us kids.

Of course, as I wrote that first sentence it occurred to me it also sounds like the synopsis of a Stephen King novel. Continue Reading

Scenes from Saturday + Roadtrip

I spent the past two days visiting my old friends Alexander, Vince, Molly, Joyce, and Woodrow. After a week of Camp Grammie on the Cape, I was tasked with driving down to Philly to drop Cecilia off for a jam-packed week at Camp Grandmother. 

Some parents want to pass on sports allegiances, or favorite movies, authors, bands or a family recipe. I have ideas on all of those, but if I pass on nothing else, my kids will know all the tips, tricks and strategies for surviving a summer drive up and down the Northeast Corridor. Just like my father did with me.  By now, this drive is encoded in my DNA. Continue Reading